Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Give sorrow words;
the grief that does not speak
whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
Now is a time to storm, why art thou still?
unto thine own self be true
"Shall i compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate."
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool