My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
William ShakespeareMy thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.
William ShakespeareHot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
William Shakespeare