William Shakespeare

Love's mind of judgment rarely hath a taste:
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

Love's mind of judgment rarely hath a taste:
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

O, break, my heart! poor bankrout, break at once!
To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty!
Vile read more

O, break, my heart! poor bankrout, break at once!
To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here,
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!

Honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for.

Honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes
with the next block.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes
with the next block.

And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It read more

And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.