Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.
This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.
In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.