William Shakespeare

Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch.

But pearls are fair; and the old saying is:_x000D_ _x000D_ Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.

Come away, come away, death,_x000D_ _x000D_ And in sad cypres let me be laid;_x000D_ _x000D_ Fly away, fly away, breath;_x000D_ _x000D_ I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,_x000D_ _x000D_ For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;_x000D_ _x000D_ The ornament of beauty is suspect,_x000D_ _x000D_ A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.

. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.

And do so, love, yet when they have devised_x000D_ _x000D_ What strainèd touches rhetoric can lend,_x000D_ _x000D_ Thou, truly fair, wert truly sympathized_x000D_ _x000D_ In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;_x000D_ _x000D_ And their gross painting might be better used_x000D_ _x000D_ Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem_x000D_ _x000D_ For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

She says I am not fair, that I lack manners;_x000D_ _x000D_ She calls me proud, and that she could not love me,_x000D_ _x000D_ Were man as rare as Phoenix.

Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.

Because I cannot flatter and look fair,_x000D_ _x000D_ Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog,_x000D_ _x000D_ Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,_x000D_ _x000D_ I must be held a rancorous enemy.

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,_x000D_ _x000D_ And young affection gapes to be his heir;_x000D_ _x000D_ That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,_x000D_ _x000D_ With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.

To this urn let those repair_x000D_ _x000D_ That are either true or fair;_x000D_ _x000D_ For these dead birds sigh a prayer.

That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

Of all the fair resort of gentlemen_x000D_ _x000D_ That every day with parle encounter me,_x000D_ _x000D_ In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.

Now the fair goddess, Fortune,_x000D_ _x000D_ Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms_x000D_ _x000D_ Misguide thy opposers' swords!

And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!

All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.

When I was at home I was in a better place

I am a feather for each wind that blows

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.