There's a time for all things.
I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.
To saucy doubts and fears.
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.
Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.