Wish chastely, and love dearly.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.

T'is true: there's magic in the web of it.