Beggars mounted run their horses to death.
Quote by Shakespeare
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their...
The wheel is come full circle.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that...
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to...
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
My library was dukedom large enough.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of...
Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.
I dote on his very absence.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their...
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
Ingratitude is monstrous
The knowledge that something remains yet unenjoyed impairs our enjoyment of the good before us.
Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.
Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.