Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
William ShakespeareOft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.
William ShakespeareLet me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
William Shakespeare