In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Thankfulness is the tune of angels.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

Maybe some things aren't meant to be known. maybe there just meant to be accepted.

They ought to do away with divorce settlements. Instead, both parties should flip a coin. The winner gets to stay where he or she is and keep everything. The loser goes to Paraguay. That´s it.

There is no word equivalent to 'cuckold' for women.

Football, bloody hell!

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

I actually enjoy wearing the corsets required in some period films.

It is much more likely that help comes in when what you are doing is done while you are in a state of inner peace, rather than resistance.

Fine wine leaves you with something pleasant. The ordinary wine just leaves.

How dreadful knowledge of the truth can be when there's no help in truth!

Always be quite simple and sincere and ask God to grant me those two virtues.