William Shakespeare

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Words are easy, like the wind;
Faithful friends are hard to find.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

To-morrow is Saint Valentine`s day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.

Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.

Be not afraid of greatness [...]. Some are born great, [...] some achieve greatness, [...] and others have greatness thrust upon them.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, [...] than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

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.

But thoughts, the slave of life, and life, time`s fool,
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.

Good friend for Jesus` sake forbear,
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he that moves my bones.