But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.

Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.