William Shakespeare

My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.

O, what damned minutes tells he o'er_x000D_ _x000D_ Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet fondly loves!

No .... holy father, throw away that thought._x000D_ _x000D_ Believe not that the dribbling dart of love_x000D_ _x000D_ Can pierce a complete bosom.

You are my true and honourable wife;_x000D_ _x000D_ As dear to me as the ruddy drops_x000D_ _x000D_ That visit my sad heart.

Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life.

Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world.

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

Words to deeds cold breath gives.

Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

These blessed candles of the night.

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.

Though inclination be as sharp as will,_x000D_ _x000D_ My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,_x000D_ _x000D_ And, like a man to double business bound,_x000D_ _x000D_ I stand in pause where I shall first begin,_x000D_ _x000D_ And both neglect.

Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds _x000D_ _x000D_ Admit impediments: love is not love _x000D_ _x000D_ Which alters when it alteration finds.

This England never did, nor never shall, _x000D_ _x000D_ Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.