+ Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the
good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
+ Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
+ By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me
to rhyme, and to be melancholy.
+ The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise
man knows himself to be a fool.
+ How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness
through another man's eyes.
+ Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
+ Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
+ Doubt thou the stars are fire. Doubt that the
sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar. But never
doubt my love.
+ All the world's a stage and all the men and
women merely players. They have their exits and
their entrances.. and one man in his time plays
+ If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.