The course of true love never did run smooth.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
They do not love that do not show their love.
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.