This Beauty May Burn
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene vi

These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene vi

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene ii

She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene ii

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer…
–Richard III,
Act, I Scene i

My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth
A bird that will revenge upon you all:
And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,
Scorning whate’er you can afflict me with.
–Henry VI Part 3,
Act I, Scene iv

The quality of mercy is not strain’d
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
–The Merchant of Venice,
Act IV, Scene i

I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
–Sonnet CXXX (130)