William Shakespeare

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?

There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.

My crown is in my heart, not on my head.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,_x000D_ _x000D_ But bad mortality o'ersways their power,_x000D_ _x000D_ How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,_x000D_ _x000D_ Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;_x000D_ _x000D_ But yet you draw not iron, for my heart_x000D_ _x000D_ Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw,_x000D_ _x000D_ And I shall have no power to follow you.

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

You have witchcraft in your lips

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster

Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties