Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.