Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.
Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.
Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.
Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.
This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.