Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove...
'Tis an ever fixed mark that loks on tempests and is never shaken...
Love alters not with his breef hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom...
if this be error and upon me proved, I never writ...
Nor no man ever loved...
Is a nice prison, the world.
Love, love madly, love as much as you can and if they then should tell you it's a sin then love your sin and you shall be innocent.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
But do thy worst to steal thyself,
For term of live thou art assurèd mine;
And life no longer than thy love will stay,
for it dependent upon that love of thine.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal. I served my king, he would not in mine age. Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Words are full of falseness or art; the look is the language of the heart.
Give every man thy ear but few thy voice.
I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe.