William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost Quotes
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
Come on then, I will swear to study soTo know the thing I am forbid to know- Berowne
To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be, it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Never durst a poet touch a pen to writeUntil his ink was tempered with love's sighs.
BEROWNE: What time o' day?ROSALINE: The hour that fools should ask.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:They are the ground, the books, the academes, From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.