No worse a husband than the best of men.
Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!
'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.