Love Denied Blights The Soul

Ignorance Is The Curse Of God; Knowledge Is The Wing Wherewith We Fly To Heaven.

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

Being Daily Swallowed By Men's Eyes, They Surfeited With Honey And Began To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof A Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much. So, When He Had Occasion To Be Seen, He Was But As The Cuckoo Is In June. Heard, Not Regarded.

His Steeds To Water At Those Springs On Chaliced Flowers That Lies; And Winking Mary-buds Begin To Ope Their Golden Eyes: With Every Thing That Pretty Is, My Lady Sweet, Arise.

Things Without All Remedy Should Be Without Regard: What's Done Is Done.