God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
William ShakespeareWe do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
William ShakespeareWhen daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo; O, word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear.
William Shakespeare