The stars govern our conditions

“Llévate mi bendición y graba en tu memoria estos principios: no le prestes leng…”

“O, let me kiss that hand!KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortalit…”

“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:They pray: grant thou, lest faith…”

“Then must you speakOf one that loved not wisely but too well,Of one not easily …”