Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.

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.

The problem is not that I don't love my mother and father. The problem is that I don't know how to love them.

Prayer is a realm of possibilities.

The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire and every one doth shine

Dogs just need you and love, that's all.

No man is ever whipped until he quits - in his own mind.

By failing seriously to confront the most predicable economic crisis in our nation's history, the President's policies are committing us and our children to a diminished future.

If we could sweep intemperance out of the country, there would be hardly poverty enough left to

It had been a war of kingly poisons, in the air, in the memory, in the blood.

There is truth and falsehood in a comma.

It was my fortune, or misfortune, to be called to the office of Chief Executive without any previous political training.