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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...
• 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 beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cvi...
• For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Lucrece, Line 1306...
• Cursed be he that moves my bones.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Shakespeare's Epitaph...
• 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...
• Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead
  You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen-- Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men....
• 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...