Who taught thee how to make me love thee more?

“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty til…”

“There’s a divinity that shapes our ends,Rough-hew them how we will”

“Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O that deceit should…”

“هملت: من افیلیا را دوست می‌داشتم. اگر محبت چهل هزار برادر را روی هم می‌گذاشتید …”