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