William Shakespeare

What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.

What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.

I understand a fury in your words But not your words.

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!

Women may fail when there is no strength in man

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.

They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.

What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.

Thus weary of the world, away she hies, And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid Their mistress mounted through the empty skies In her light chariot quickly is convey'd; Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen Means to immure herself and not be seen.

O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo

Let every man be master of his time.