What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes
William ShakespeareGod's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
William ShakespeareDon't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.
William ShakespeareKent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all.
William Shakespeare