William Shakespeare

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

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

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

I was adored once too.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.