Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Quote by Shakespeare
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once.
It is meat and drink to me to see a clown.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare...
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school...
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house...
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to...
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
They say miracles are past.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.