When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine
that all the world will be in love with night
and pay no worship to the garish sun.

- William Shakespeare

Hand in hand, with fairy grace, will we sing and bless this place.

- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Mine ear is much enamoured of thy note;
So is mine eye enthrallèd to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.

- William Shakespeare