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
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
Take heed, be wary how you place your words;Talk like the vulgar sort of market...
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
My heart is ever at your service.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops...
She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won
Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well.
This is the way to kill a wife; with kindness.
We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards
The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the...
Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear
Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
Doubtis an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness.
Don't get even, get mad.