This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.

This liberty is all that I request.

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.

It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.

Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.