Hate pollutes the mind.
If wishes would prevail with me, my purpose should not fail with me.
Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.