Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated
Doubt thou the stars are fire Doubt thou the sun doth moveDoubt truth to be a liar But never doubt I love
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respec...
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorou...
Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.
She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd: She is a woman therefore to be won.
The time is out of joint.
He that doth the ravens feed. Yea providently caters for the sparrow. Be comfort to my age!
My words fly up my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Ay me! for aught that I ever could read Could ever hear by tale or history The course of true love never did run smooth.
More are men's ends marked than their lives before.The setting sun, the music at the close,As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
Ambition should be made from sterner stuff.
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
A young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief
A wild dedication of yourselvesTo undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wingsand soar with them above a common bound.