“The course of true love never did run smooth.”

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Listen to many, speak to a few.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

No profit grows where no pleasure is taken.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

Thus with a kiss I die.

A light heart lives long.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

I’m gonna try and change the course of hip hop again.

Faith in something greater than ourselves enables us to do what we have said we’ll do, to press forward when we are tired or hurt or afraid, to keep going when the challenge seems overwhelming and the course is entirely uncertain.

The decision to go into debt alters the course and condition of your life. You no longer own it. You are owned.

We can change the course of events if we go to our knees in believing prayer.

So we’ll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.

Being specific about what you want and how you will achieve it helps you say no to things that derail progress, distract your attention, and pull you off course.

I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I’m dead. I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.

I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.