These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.

Strong reasons make strong actions.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.

in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd And left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King of France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.