William Shakespeare

Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus gins arise,
His steeds to water at read more

Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes.
With every thing that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise,
Arise, arise!

Most forcible Feeble. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Most forcible Feeble. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that read more

So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them.

Can one desire too much of a good thing? -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Can one desire too much of a good thing? -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it read more

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts--suspects, yet strongly loves!