And so, resisting the temptation to wallow in artistic remorse, I prefer to leave both well and ill alone and to think about something else
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft the Divel's foot. Teach me to hear Mermaides' singing, Or to keep of envies stinging, And finde What winde Serves to advance an honest minde.
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
When the Berlin Wall fell and suddenly all those countries had burgeoning democracies, women were still being left out. The big turning point, about ten years ago, was moving from a notion of empowering women to actually looking at where you can make the most difference, and it's in a girl's life.
These evils I deserve, and more. . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.
Possession of territory is not primarily about laws and contracts, but first and foremost a matter of movement and circulation.
I tell myself he's better than he makes himself out to be, but, Tessa, what if he isn't?