Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
The eyes of men without orator.

“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

“the pleached bower,Where honeysuckles ripened by the sunForbid the sun to enter…”

“I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereig…”

“O, mickle is the powerful grace that liesIn herbs, plants, stones, and their tr…”