and more from the Man:

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first..

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.


There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so

God be prais'd, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.


To me, fair friend, you never can be old For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still.


We know what we are, but know not what we may become

Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good that we oft may win, By fearing to attempt
--William Shakespeare