For stony limits cannot hold love out.And what love can do that dares love attempt.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves; we are underlings.
I cannot, nor I will not hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
He that stands upon a slippery place, makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up
I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.