I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.
Courage mounteth with occasion.
One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.