What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart
We have seen better days.
It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.