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. 

1 comment:

Megan and Jeremy said...

"What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!"