Who said “Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.”?

“Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!”

“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”

“Nothing is so beautiful as spring -- when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.”

“For like as herbs and trees bringing forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds.”

“We have seen better days.”

“Beware the ides of March.”

“Nothing can come of nothing.”

“Lord, what fools these mortals be.”

“Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.”

“If music be the food of love; play on.”