Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
William ShakespeareIf thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd
William ShakespeareTis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
William Shakespeare