William Shakespeare

We know what we are, but know not what we may be

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better

Love looks not with the eyes,
but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

If you prick us do we not bleed?
If you tickle us do we not laugh?
If you poison us do we not die?
And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?


How far that little candle throws its beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.


What is past is prologue.