Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!
William ShakespeareLove is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)
William ShakespeareDischarge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.
William Shakespeare