Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

He's loved of the distracted multitude, who like not in their judgement, but their eyes.

Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.