William Shakespeare

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, _x000D_ Brags of his substance, not of ornament: _x000D_ They are but beggars that can count their worth; _x000D_ But my true love is grown to such excess, _x000D_ I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.

Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.

O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.

Fie, fie upon her! _x000D_ _x000D_ There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, _x000D_ _x000D_ Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out _x000D_ _x000D_ At every joint and motive of her body.

Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, _x000D_ _x000D_ I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world _x000D_ _x000D_ To play with mammets and to tilt with lips: _x000D_ _x000D_ We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns.

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.

Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.

The pleasing punishment that women bear.

Love for thy love , and hand for hand I give.

The hind that would be mated by the lion _x000D_ _x000D_ Must die for love.

Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.

A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour.

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

For what is wedlock forced but a hell,_x000D_ _x000D_ An age of discord and continual strife?_x000D_ _x000D_ Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,_x000D_ _x000D_ And is a pattern of celestial peace.

The instances that second marriage move _x000D_ _x000D_ Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.

Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.

Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.

There is a tide in the affairs of men