Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost.
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.
When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.
Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.