At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.
Take it in what sense thou wilt.
It is not night when I do see your face.
His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.