Say as you think and speak it from your souls.

O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.

Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.

The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.