When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.
But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: โtis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.
Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.