Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not

Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

For There Was Never Yet Philosoper That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently, However They Have Writ The Style Of Gods, And Made A Push At Chance And Sufferance.

I'll Read Enough When I Do See The Very Book Indeed Where All My Sins Are Writ, And That's Myself.

Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May.

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!