William Shakespeare

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another…

The golden age is before us, not behind us…

Love is too young to know what conscience is…

We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone…

Time and the hour run through the roughest day…

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs…

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves…

All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have…

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined…

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by…

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of…

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage…

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair…

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love…

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me…