And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Life Quotes

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men.

Framed to make women false.

Framed to make women false.

Let no such man be trusted.

Let no such man be trusted.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.

O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.

O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.

My heart is ever at your service.

My heart is ever at your service.

In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter

In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter

I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep...

I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep...

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he...

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he...

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love...

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love...

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.

Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

I was adored once too.

I was adored once too.

Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment

Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment

Were I to await perfection, my book would never be finished

Were I to await perfection, my book would never be finished

A beautiful thing is never perfect.

A beautiful thing is never perfect.