William Shakespeare

“ Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those;
So true a fool is love, that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill. ”

“ And therefore take the present time
⁠With a hey and a ho and a hey-nonino!
For love is crownéd with the prime
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding:
⁠Sweet lovers love the Spring. ”

“ No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world, that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell;
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe. ”

“ On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O where
Sad true lover never find my grave. ”

“ Home art gone and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o’ the great,
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat ”

“ A merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all around the wind doth blow.
⁠And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
⁠And Marian’s nose looks red and raw ”