But thoughts, the slave of life, and life, time`s fool,
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.
To-morrow is Saint Valentine`s day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
Than wish a snow in May`s new-fangled shows;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, [...] than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
Words are easy, like the wind;
Faithful friends are hard to find.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
Be not afraid of greatness [...]. Some are born great, [...] some achieve greatness, [...] and others have greatness thrust upon them.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.