He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Full fathom five thy father lies
When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.
Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.
My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.