He Wears The Rose Of Youth Upon

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.

I Do Not Hate A Proud Man, As I Do Hate The Engendering Of Toads.

So Our Virtues Lie In The Interpretation Of The Time

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love. The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. Love Is A Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love.

...vaulted With Such Ease Into His Seat, As If An Angel Dropp'd Down From The Clouds, To Turn And Wind A Fiery Pegasus, And Witch The World With Noble Horsemanship.