I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.
a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.