Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.
A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour.
One pain is lessened by another's anguish.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?
Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.