Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy. But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or season's quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell ... Or say with princes if it shall go well.

A politician... one that would circumvent God.

Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

I was a coward on instinct.

Too nice, and yet too true!