“It’s so torturously true that wealthy does rhyme with healthy and yet poor does not mean to pour! If by showing off you look more like a dumb, being smart doesn’t bring any luck if you are about to become a boasting bastard Try to strangle a stolen stone in the middle of a world so wrong or perpetrate a pearly trait in no more than a perishing fate and all your brightness goes down the drain.”

“My eyes go from green to fifty shades of gray, They do vary, eye to eye, over the sky, it’s true. And you can always count on them being gay, Even though it turns out they are actually blue!”

“Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun;Thyself from thine affectionTakest warmth enough, and from thine eyeAll lesser birds will take their jollity.Up, up, fair bride, and callThy stars from out their several boxes, takeThy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and makeThyself a constellation of them all;And by their blazing signifyThat a great princess falls, but doth not die.Be thou a new star, that to us portendsEnds of much wonder; and be thou those ends.”

“The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen.”