In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.
O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable
In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.
We cannot all be masters.
O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!