I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

Ever Note, Lucilius, When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Useth An Enforced Ceremony. There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith; But Hollow Men, Like Horses Hot At Hand, Make Gallant Show And Promise Of Their Mettle; But When They Should Endure The Bloody Spur, They Fall Their Crests, And Like Deceitful Jades Sink In The Trial.

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.

But Here's The Joy: My Friend And I Are One, Sweet Flattery!

A Woman That Is Like A German Clock, Still A-repairing, Ever Out Of Frame, And Never Going Aright, Being A Watch, But Being Watched That It May Still Go Right!