The course of true love never did run smooth.

I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.

Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.