Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor
Quote by Shakespeare
To be or not to be: that is the question.
To business that we love we rise betime And go to it with delight
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could...
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.
'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of...
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by...
And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not
He is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such...
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Love is like linen; often changed, the sweeter.
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
Framed to make women false.
For mine own part, it was Greek to me
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of...
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
To anyone who ever told you you're no good...they're no better.
If people don't like me for whatever I do, for being me, then that's too...