Religious canons, civil laws, are cruel; then what should war be?
And too soon Marred are those so early Made.
I can give the loser leave to chide.
A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.
Love sees with the heart and not with mind.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.