If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
William ShakespeareSpirits are not finely touched But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a thrifty goddess she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,Both thanks and use.
William ShakespeareTell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of
William ShakespeareA contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Arrested by the holy close of lips, Strength'ned by the interchangement of your rings, And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony.
William Shakespeare