Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to d…”

“Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.Though all things foul would…”

“Rumour is a pipeBlown by surmises, jealousies, conjecturesAnd of so easy and so…”

“Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For on…”