All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.
Quote by Shakespeare
I will beat thee into handsomeness
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
The worst is death, and death will have his day.
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part...
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they...
My library was dukedom large enough.
I was adored once too.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would...
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the...
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame;...
O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as...
I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
That is not dead which can eternal lie, yet with stranger aeons, even Death may...
Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?