Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Dreams are the children of idled minds.
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.
Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.
Exit, pursued by a bear.
To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.