Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
Heaven give you many, many merry days.
Adversity makes strange bedfellows.
Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.