How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.
William ShakespeareHe capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.
William ShakespeareTwo households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
William Shakespeare