Marriage Is A Matter Of More Worth

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

I And My Bosom Must Debate Awhile, And Then I Would No Other Company.

And Oftentimes, To Win Us To Our Harm, The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths, Win Us With Honest Trifles, To Betray's In Deepest Consequence

Are There No Stones In Heaven But What Serves For Thunder?

Alack, There Lies More Peril In Thine Eye Than Twenty Of Their Swords: Look Thou But Sweet, And I Am Proof Against Their Enmity.