Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, can be retentive to the strength of spirit; but life, being weary of those worldly bars, never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Under the greenwood tree who loves to lie with me, and turn his merry note unto the sweet bird’s throat, come hither, come hither, come hither, here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather.
Time be thine, and thy best graces spend it at thy will.
Thought is free.
These are my mates, that make their wills their law.[Also known as:]Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
I may neither choose who I would nor refuse who I dislike, so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.
