William Shakespeare

For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.

Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.

But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.

Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.

He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.

So fair and foul a day i had not seen.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you.

Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.

Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous goans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.

I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers, none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms, but with nobility and tranquillity.