That they lack, for if their heads had any intellectual armour they could never wear such heavy headpieces

“Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it prick…”

“Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.”

“Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.”

“Why, such is love's transgression.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,Whi…”