But love is blind and lovers cannot see
Fight to the last gasp.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.
Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.
Every subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!