Our bodies are our gardens... our wills are our gardeners. >>
The course of true love never did run smooth. >>
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice. >>
Familiarity is a magician that is cruel to beauty but kind to ugliness >>
Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of ad >>
All objects lose by too familiar a view. >>
Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.