Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.
I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.