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O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear'd to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms
Excerpt From: Christopher Marlowe. “The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus
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Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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And from th’ Antarctic Pole eastward behold
As much more land, which never was descried,
Wherein are rocks of pearl that shine as bright
As all the lamps that beautify the sky;
And shall I die, and this unconquerèd?
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great Part II
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There's small choice in rotten apples.
William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew