For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.
Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.