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
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy rather...
We know what we are, but know now what we may be.
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not...
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are...
When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death...
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as...
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past,...
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Every fair from fair sometime declines
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame;...
To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read...
By that sin fell the angels.
I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.