Hate Pollutes The Mind.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

I Love Him For His Sake; And Yet I Know Him A Notorious Liar, Think Him A Great Way Fool, Solely A Coward; Yet These Fix'd Evils Sit So Fit In Him That They Take Place When Virtue's Steely Bones Looks Bleak I' Th' Cold Wind; Withal, Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.

Your "if" Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In "if.