Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.
William ShakespeareI love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.
William ShakespeareThus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought
William Shakespeare