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
I were but little happy, if I could say how much
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Which we ascribe to heaven.
All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players.
O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the...
Two women placed together makes cold weather.
This the curse of service: Preferment goes by letter and affection, and not by old...
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
Banquet: an affair where you eat a lot of food you don't want before talking...
It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be...
Love is merely madness...
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
This is very midsummer madness
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
The saying is true, The empty vessel makes the greatest sound
All lovers swear more performance than they are able
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me...
To know yourself you have only to set down a true statement of those that...
Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience.