O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast. — William Shakespeare
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give! — William Shakespeare
… the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted — William Shakespeare
Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go. — William Shakespeare
Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate. — William Shakespeare
Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self. — William Shakespeare