A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.
Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.
Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth