Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.
It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.
Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban
Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.