And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

Love is love's reward.

I'm a little wounded but I'm not slain; I will lay me down for to bleed awhile, Then I'll rise and fight with you again

He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved me better than his life; he lost it for me

Much malice mingles with a little wit.