Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.
Quote by Shakespeare
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must...
God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape...
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear...
I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a...
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy.
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their...
Neither a borrower nor a lender be. For loan oft loses both itself and friend,...
I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks
Every one can master a grief but he that has it
Grief drives men into habits of serious reflection, sharpens the understanding, and softens the heart
Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates