William Shakespeare

Love is a wonderful, terrible thing

The day shall not be up so soon as I, _x000D_ To try the fair adventure of tomorrow.

There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.

When the age is in, the wit is out

All the world is a stage and we are merely players.

Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!.

Laughing faces do not mean that there is absence of sorrow! _x000D_ But it means that they have the ability to deal with it

Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.

He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!

Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.

O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!

What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

For now they kill me with a living death.

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.

O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.