So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.
If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.
Be not afraid of greatness.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
What a deformed thief this fashion is.
A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.