Sonnet 116 (30:8)

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O' no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown,although his height be taken.
Love's not time's Fool, though rosy lips and cheeks,
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd."

Sonnet 18 (30:8)

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

A Midsummer Night's Dream (24:8)

I often wondered what made summer nights as beautiful as that one...yet it was only too shortly afterwards that... everything I had built, everything I had imagined and everyting I had experienced all turned out to be just a dream... As I woke up I heard his soft voice whispering her name as softly as was the midsummer's breeze. Yet, I did not dare to open my eyes fully... I was scared to see; I was scared to admit that it was just a dream...

I can still see his face looking at me with a baffling tone yet smiling at me with the sweetest smile... and I kiss him... I kiss him as if I am never to see him again... and I won't; i can't; I mustn't;...