O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.

What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.