Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.
William ShakespeareFor thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
William ShakespeareOr art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
William ShakespeareAnd then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see', Quoth he, 'how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot.
William Shakespeare