Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, And gives the crutch the cradle’s infancy: O, ’tis the sun that maketh all things shine. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)

Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, And gives the crutch the cradle’s infancy: O, ’tis the sun that maketh all things shine. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Celestial as thou art, O, pardon, love, this wrong, That sings heaven’s praise with such an earthly tongue. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here, While these visions did appear. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
It is not enough to speak, but to speak true. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
In the modesty of fearful duty I read as much as from the rattling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Merry and tragical! tedious and brief! That is, hot ice and wondrous strange snow. How shall we find the concord of this discord? William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days; the more the pity that some honest neighbors will not make them friends. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Sometime a horse I’ll be, sometime a hound, A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
That light we see is burning in my hall. How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)