Be Just, And Fear Not.

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.

Roses Have Thorns, And Silver Fountains Mud; Clouds And Eclipses Stain Both Moon And Sun, And Loathsome Canker Lies In Sweetest Bud. All Men Make Faults.

...and Then, In Dreaming, / The Clouds Methought Would Open And Show Riches / Ready To Drop Upon Me, That When I Waked / I Cried To Dream Again.

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?