He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.

For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.

Under loves heavy burden do I sink. --Romeo

The course of true love never did run smooth.

It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.

Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.

I understand a fury in your words But not your words.