Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Cry Havoc
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and
venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that
cannot be seduced
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
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"What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!"
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