Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.
What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?
They were devils incarnate.
They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.
For grief is crowned with consolation.
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.