Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. - William Shakespeare

"My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Prodigious birth of love it is to me,That I must love a loathed enemy."

"Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?"

"Of all knowledge, the wise and good seek mostly to know themselves."

"The course of true love never did run smooth."

"To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still."