Light and lust are deadly enemies.
Thou art a Castilian King urinal!
An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.
Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.
The head is not more native to the heart.