William Shakespeare

What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.

I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

I love thee, and it is my love that speaks

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.

We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.

Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.

To whom God will, there be the victory.

I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.

Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.

Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.

Daffodils,_x000D_ _x000D_ That come before the swallow dares, and take_x000D_ _x000D_ The winds of March with beauty.

Well-apparel'd April on the heel_x000D_ _x000D_ Of limping Winter treads.