For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.
William ShakespeareFor so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.
William ShakespeareHer virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, So am I driven by breath of her renown Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Where I may have fruition of her love.
William Shakespeare