“ The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. ”
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
~ William Shakespeare
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
