April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
To be direct and honest is not safe.
I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?