All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.
Quote by Shakespeare
He that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school...
Death is a fearful thing
He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in...
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to...
The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...
Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment
They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love...
My pride fell with my fortunes.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...
'Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happining.
In the dualism of death and life there is a harmony. We know that the...