Small Things Make Base Men Proud.

You Cannot Call It Love, For At Your Age The Heyday In The Blood Is Tame

For My Grief's So Great That No Supporter But The Huge Firm Earth Can Hold It Up: Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It. (constance, From King John, Act Iii, Scene 1)

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do

Charity Itself Fulfills The Law. And Who Can Sever Love From Charity?

Blind Fear, That Seeing Reason Leads, Finds Safer Footing Than Blind Reason Stumbling Without Fear: To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worse.