Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.
Quote by Shakespeare
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill
In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter
He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.
I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind
I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...
Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well.
Men's vows are women's traitors!
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his...
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
There's method in his madness
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
We came into the world like brother and brother; And now let's go hand in...
I have three sisters and I've always wanted a brother, so I was really interested...
I have a brother younger than me. My mother was a librarian, so from her,...
Brothers don't necessarily have to say anything to each other- they can sit in a...