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.

Ay, is it not a language I speak?

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basalisks; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Decieve more slily that Ulysses could, And like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colors to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down.

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.