Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.

Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.