The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love. — William Shakespeare
Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid on. — William Shakespeare
O, what damned minutes tells he o’er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet fondly loves! — William Shakespeare
The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away. — William Shakespeare
When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner — William Shakespeare