All that glitters is not gold.
We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.
Ready to go but never to return.
The will of man is by his reason sway'd.