Category: William Shakespeare
They do not love that do not show their love.
What’s done cannot be undone.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
An overflow of good converts to bad.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
thus with a kiss I die
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
I was adored once too.
