Yet we were rescued by that fancy, and saved by a myth.
Love is not ful of pittie (as men say) But deaffe and cruell, where he meanes to pray.
It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
Nature that framed us of four elements, Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds: Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, when occasion serves.
All live to die, and rise to fall.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
The ***** is indolent and lazy, and spends his money on frivolities, whereas the European is forward-looking, organized and intelligent.
Seeing the world is a prerequisite to understanding one’s place in it.
I have to fit holidays around tournaments, particularly the grand slams, in Melbourne, Paris, London and New York.
I wonder how people decided that women were supposed to shave their legs and armpits