William Shakespeare

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for read more

Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for not being such a smile;
The smile mocking the sigh that it would fly
From so divine a temple to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.

I am sure care's an enemy to life.

I am sure care's an enemy to life.

He is of a very melancholy disposition. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

He is of a very melancholy disposition. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that read more

Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1.