Love Is Not Love That Alters When

I Had Rather Live With Cheese And Garlic In A Windmill.

Truth Is Truth To The End Of Reckoning.

Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief