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• But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xviii...
• Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lv...
• Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxv...
• 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...
• But, O Sarah ! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you
  in the gladdest days and the darkest nights...always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans you throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by....
• When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xcviii...
• Do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe
  Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purpos'd overthrow....