The love of heaven makes one heavenly.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy rather in power than use; and keep thy friend under thine own life's key; be checked for silence, but never taxed for speech