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.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard.

What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

The chameleon Love can feed on the air

Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.