As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
Quote by Shakespeare
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
'Tis mad idolatry to make the service greater than the god.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once.
Love is like linen; often changed, the sweeter.
They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love...
They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the...
An overflow of good converts to bad.
Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of...
I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
Love is merely madness...
He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher...
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...
In the corrupted currents of this word offence's gilded hand may solve by justice, and...
I say there is no darkness but ignorance.