Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

I humbly do beseech of your pardon, For too much loving you

Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.

'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity

Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.