Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Quote by Shakespeare
They have a plentiful lack of wit
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are...
How now, wit! Whither wander you?
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
To saucy doubts and fears.
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my...
Let no such man be trusted.
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?
My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more...
You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it...
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
What a deformed thief this fashion is
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured...
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his...
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.