Lucinda

“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:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.”
― William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

“Ah non ! C'est un peu court jeune homme
On pourrait dire, O Dieu, bien des choses en somme
En variant le ton, par exemple, tenez:
Agressif: moi monsieur, si j'avais un tel nez
Il faudrait sur le champ que je me l'emputasse !
Amical: mais il doit tremper dans votre tasse
Pour boire faîtes-vous donc fabriquer un hanap.
Descriptif: c'est un roc ! c'est un pic ! c'est un cap !
Que dis-je, c'est un cap ? c'est une péninsule !”
― Edmond Rostand

“Mama, the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.”
― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

“Children of the future age
Reading this indignant page
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime”
― William Blake