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

“To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.”

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

“This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.”

“By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet did feign that Orpheus drew tre…”