William Shakespeare

And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.

And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.

At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.

At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.

Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but read more

For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.