For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life.