Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius)
William ShakespeareTo be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
William ShakespeareA man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm
William ShakespeareIt is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced.
William ShakespeareThere's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines: — there 's rue for you; and here's some for me: — we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays: — you may wear your rue with a difference. — There's a daisy: — I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died: — They say, he made a good end.
William Shakespeare