All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

Quote by Shakespeare

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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...

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house...

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house...

I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven...

The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven...

I am a feather for each wind that blows

I am a feather for each wind that blows

Season's Greetings and best wishes for the New Year.

Season's Greetings and best wishes for the New Year.

We cannot all be masters

We cannot all be masters

So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him,...

So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him,...

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, if with his tongue...

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, if with his tongue...

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

For I can raise no money by vile means.

For I can raise no money by vile means.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name

What's gone and what's past help should be past grief

What's gone and what's past help should be past grief

Parting is such a sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee.

Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

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...

I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

I wanted to convince you that you must learn to make every act count, since...

I wanted to convince you that you must learn to make every act count, since...