Where both deliberate, the love is slight; Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

“I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.”

“Bene disserer est finis logices.(The end of logic is to dispute well.)”

“Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars…”

“Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit.”