Is This A Dagger Which I See

Time, Whose Millioned Accidents Creep In Betwixt Vows, And Change Decrees Of Kings, Tan Sacred Beauty, Blunt The Sharpest Intents, Divert Strong Minds To The Course Of Altering Things.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons, Nor Time In You?

If Thou Dost Marry, I'll Give Thee This Plague For Thy Dowry: Be Thou As Chaste As Ice, As Pure As Snow, Thou Shalt Not Escape Calumny.

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!