Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.
A little water clears us of this deed.
We were not born to sue, but to command.
I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown.
Love reasons without reason.