Love`s reason`s without reason
Misery makes sport to mock itself.
Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.
We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.