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
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
When the age is in, the wit is out.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
God made woman beautiful and foolish; beautiful, that man might love her; and foolish, that...
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,And ask of thee forgiveness.
O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.
The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
Everything that gristles is not gold.
She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I...
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it...
Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.
Grace is the absence of everything that indicates pain or difficulty, hesitation or incongruity.