Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
As merry as the day is long.
The chameleon Love can feed on the air
A dream itself is but a shadow.
Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love