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• My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet l...
• So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kinds of arguments and questions deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep.
  To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passion in his craft of will....
• For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Lucrece, Line 1306...
• The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Venus and Adonis, Line 1027...
• My nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cxi...
• Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Venus and Adonis, Line 145...
• Cursed be he that moves my bones.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Shakespeare's Epitaph...
• For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Venus and Adonis, Line 1019...
• And art made tongue-tied by authority.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxvi...