Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.
Love laughs at locksmiths.
Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania
Love for thy love , and hand for hand I give.
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven