What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
William ShakespeareAnd this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
William ShakespeareTo be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth
William Shakespeare