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

Examine well your blood.

Well could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.

Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?

Things are often spoke and seldom meant.

Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.