I cannot conceive why people will always mix up my own character and opinions with those of the imaginary beings which, as a poet, I have the right and liberty to draw.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me, but let us part fair foes; I do believe, though I have found them not, that there may be words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, and virtues which are merciful, or weave snares for the failing: I would also deem o'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; that two, or one, are almost what they seem, that goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.

There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.

Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.