After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.

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

I love thee, and it is my love that speaks

A king of infinite space

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

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