Scorn, at first, makes after-love the more.
What e'er thou art, act well thy part.
When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.
They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.
Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well