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• Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.
  Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove...
• T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd, When not to be receives reproach of being
  And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing....
• That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,-- Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxxiii...
• The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet liv...
• And art made tongue-tied by authority.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxvi...
• And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cvi...
• And stretched metre of an antique song.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xvii...
• But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xviii...
• Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxxxvii...