William Shakespeare

All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee read more

All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.

Neither rhyme nor reason. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Neither rhyme nor reason. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
Will tempt unto a close exploit of death?

Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
Will tempt unto a close exploit of death?

I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.