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

Topics: Love Quotes

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one... Then she loves but me...

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one... Then she loves but me...

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Falsehood falsehood cures

Falsehood falsehood cures

Speak low, if you speak love.

Speak low, if you speak love.

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

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

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

I were but little happy, if I could say how much

I were but little happy, if I could say how much

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.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by...

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by...

A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine

A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

Beggars mounted run their horses to death.

Beggars mounted run their horses to death.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon...

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon...

My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more...

My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more...

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange...

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange...

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their...

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their...

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.