I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

O, reason not the need!

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

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.

Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.

He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.

Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.