A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows

If I May Trust The Flattering Truth Of Sleep, My Dreams Presage Some Joyful News At Hand. My Bosom's Lord Sits Lightly In His Throne, And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

I'll Teach You Differences.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity. Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind. Nor Hath Love's Mind Of Any Judgment Taste; Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!