"AS You Were Saying..."-Shakespeare

His life was gentle and the elements so mixed in him that
Nature might stand on its feet and
Say to all the world- "This was a man"

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end,...

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed

Sonnet 29

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least --
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at Heaven's gate.
    For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
    That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

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.
Oh no! It is an ever fixèd 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 proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

To unparted waters, undreamed shores.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once."
Julius Caesar