Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.

ROSS You must have patience, madam. LADY MACDUFF He had none: His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.

On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.

Patch grief with proverbs.

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.

woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see