Love`s reason`s without reason
GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.
Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
I have supped full with horrors.
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
I was adored once too.