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• The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Venus and Adonis, Line 1027...
• 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...
• O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- A Lover's Complaint, Line 288...
• My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet l...
• 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...
• And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cvi...