Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief
Quote by Shakespeare
But like of each thing that in season grows.
How well he's read, to reason against reading!
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
Men's vows are women's traitors!
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his...
Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his...
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,And ask of thee forgiveness.
Love is supposed to start with bells ringing and go downhill from there. But it...
I am not covetous for gold; but if it be a sin to covet honor,...
So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time
They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love...
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the...
They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much...
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
Love is a spirit all compact of fire
To do a great right do a little wrong.
I was adored once too.
The wheel is come full circle.