William Shakespeare

Love hath made thee a tame snake

What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by

The prize of all too precious you.

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings_x000D_ _x000D_ That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue eye, and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit; which you have not: a beard neglected; which you have not: — but I pardon you for that; for, simply, your having1 in beard is a younger brother's revenue: — Then your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unhanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation.

I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,_x000D_ _x000D_ Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide._x000D_ _x000D_ Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,_x000D_ _x000D_ For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause_x000D_ _x000D_ But rather reason thus with reason fetter,_x000D_ _x000D_ Love sought is good, but given unsought better.

Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let_x000D_ _x000D_ me die, for I have lived long enough.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes,_x000D_ _x000D_ Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor_x000D_ _x000D_ But was a race of heaven.

But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,_x000D_ _x000D_ Lives not alone immured in the brain;_x000D_ _x000D_ But, with the motion of all elements,_x000D_ _x000D_ Courses as swift as thought in every power,_x000D_ _x000D_ And gives to every power a double power,_x000D_ _x000D_ Above their functions and their offices.

As love is full of unbefitting strains,_x000D_ _x000D_ All wanton as a child, skipping and vain,_x000D_ _x000D_ Form'd by the eye and therefore, like the eye,_x000D_ _x000D_ Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms,_x000D_ _x000D_ Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll_x000D_ _x000D_ To every varied object in his glance

What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen,_x000D_ _x000D_ What old December's bareness everywhere!

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, _x000D_ _x000D_ For as you were when first your eye I eyed,_x000D_ _x000D_ Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold _x000D_ _x000D_ Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,_x000D_ _x000D_ Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd _x000D_ _x000D_ In process of the seasons have I seen, _x000D_ _x000D_ Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,_x000D_ _x000D_ Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.

O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out_x000D_ _x000D_ Against the wreckful siege of battering days,_x000D_ _x000D_ When rocks impregnable are not so stout,_x000D_ _x000D_ Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?

Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.

Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

T'is true: there's magic in the web of it.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment.