Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Use every man according to his desert and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity, the less they deserve ... the more merit in your bounty.

Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?

I am wrapped in dismal thinking.