Love is merely a madness.

William Shakespeare
Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: British

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Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
BENEDICK: I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.