Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
William ShakespeareWe that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
William ShakespeareBetter conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions.
William ShakespeareI loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
William Shakespeare