Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

If music be the food of love, play on.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.