One is no number, mayds are nothing then, Without the sweet societie of men....
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All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
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You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but innocence.
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I am Envy. I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned
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Come live with me, and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove.
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Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position
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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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Nature that framed us of four elements, warring within our breasts for regiment, doth teach us all to have aspiring minds.
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight
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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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