Juliet is the east and i am the sun.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out

Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.