But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
William ShakespeareI thank God I am not a woman, to be touched in so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole their whole sex withal.
William ShakespeareYoung Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
William ShakespeareO Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
William Shakespeare