But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?

Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

Beauty lives with kindness.