Love looks not with the eyes, but with the heart.

Love beholdeth not with the eyes, but with the heart.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow.

The world is a stage, and we all are actors.

The world's a stage, and we all players upon it.

All that glitters is not gold.

All that glistereth is not gold.

The course of true love never runs smooth.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

To be, or not to be, that is the question: whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles.

To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

If music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.

If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

Good friends, sweet Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interrèd with their bones.