William Shakespeare

Besides, our nearness to the King in love_x000D_ _x000D_ Is near the hate of those love not the King.

Titus Andronicus, my lord the Emperor_x000D_ _x000D_ Sends thee this word, that, if thou love thy sons,_x000D_ _x000D_ Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus,_x000D_ _x000D_ Or any one of you, chop off your hand_x000D_ _x000D_ And send it to the King: he for the same_x000D_ _x000D_ Will send thee hither both thy sons alive,_x000D_ _x000D_ And that shall be the ransom for their fault.

Come give us a taste of your quality.

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise

Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together

If love be blind, it best agrees with night

Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution

I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

Make not your thoughts your prisons.

Come not between the dragon and his wrath.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.