O how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes favors! There is >>
There is tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads >>
Conscience does make cowards of us all. >>
Let there be nothing within thee that is not very beautiful and very g >>
Beauty is composed of an eternal, invariable element whose quantity is >>
Beauty is our weapon against nature; by it we make objects, giving the >>
To me, fair friend, you never can be old. For as you were when first your eye I eyed. Such seems your beauty still.