Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. – William Shakespeare
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. – William Shakespeare

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. – William Shakespeare
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. – William Shakespeare
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind. – William Shakespeare
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another mans eyes. – William Shakespeare