Unsubstantial Death is amorous.
Well, honor is the subject of my story.
All offences come from the heart.
When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.
Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)
Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by