As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.

Love reasons without reason.

Death rock me asleep.

Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.

What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.