William Shakespeare
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
Talkers are no good doers.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.
If to do good were easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.
Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.
I love thee, I love but thee with a love that shall not die till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.
Did my heart love'til now ? Foreswear its sight, for I never saw true beauty'til this night.
This above all, To Thine Own Self Be True.
Above all to thine own self be true.