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• Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xxxiii...
• 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....
• My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet l...
• Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxxxvii...
• My nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cxi...
• And stretched metre of an antique song.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xvii...
• Still constant is a wondrous excellence.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cv...
• The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxx...
• And art made tongue-tied by authority.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxvi...