Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !
Who is it can read a woman?