Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment

Quote by Shakespeare

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Such as we are made of, such we be.

Such as we are made of, such we be.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well;...

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well;...

Listen to many, speak to a few.

Listen to many, speak to a few.

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

Good luck is often with the man who doesn't include it in his plans

Good luck is often with the man who doesn't include it in his plans

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not...

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not...

How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!

How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!

So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him,...

So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him,...

What is past is prologue.

What is past is prologue.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers?

Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers?

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured...

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured...

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is...

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is...

The stirrings within us have their own fearful excesses; the excesses show which way these...

The stirrings within us have their own fearful excesses; the excesses show which way these...