"Love, whose month is ever May,Spied a..." - Quote by William Shakespeare
Love, whose month is ever May,Spied a blossom passing fair,Playing in the wanton air:Through the velvet leaves the wind,All unseen can passage find;That the lover, sick to death,Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
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“Both the artist and the lover know that perfection is not loveable. It is the clumsiness of a fault that makes a person lovable.”
“I was born to love - but none of you wanted to believe it, and that misunderstanding was crucial in forming my character. It's true that nature was strangely inconsistent in giving me a warm heart, but also a face that was like a stone mask and a tongue that was heavy and slow. She refused me what she bestowed freely on even the most loutish of my fellow men. . . . People judged my inner character by my outer covering, and like a sterile fruit, I withered under the rough husk I couldn't slough off.”
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