She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known
William ShakespeareI love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty
William ShakespeareAnd then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see', Quoth he, 'how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot.
William Shakespeare