To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature.

Quote by Shakespeare

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The venom clamors of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

The venom clamors of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns.

The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns.

They say miracles are past.

They say miracles are past.

To be or not to be that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the...

To be or not to be that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the...

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love...

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love...

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded...

The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded...

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night

I am a feather for each wind that blows

I am a feather for each wind that blows

Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.

This above all; to thine own self be true.

This above all; to thine own self be true.

Beggars mounted run their horses to death.

Beggars mounted run their horses to death.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits...

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits...

The more I give to thee, the more I have.

The more I give to thee, the more I have.

At last you kissed me, I could die in waves again, and one good lick...

At last you kissed me, I could die in waves again, and one good lick...

What will survive of us is love.

What will survive of us is love.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang...

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang...