Fight till the last gasp.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Bravery Quotes

A light heart lives long

A light heart lives long

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

For I can raise no money by vile means.

For I can raise no money by vile means.

Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

He is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such...

He is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such...

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I...

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I...

Set honor in one eye and death i' the other And I will look on...

Set honor in one eye and death i' the other And I will look on...

I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his...

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his...

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

Take heed, be wary how you place your words;Talk like the vulgar sort of market...

Take heed, be wary how you place your words;Talk like the vulgar sort of market...

Every cloud engenders not a storm

Every cloud engenders not a storm

I am the enfant terrible of literature and science

I am the enfant terrible of literature and science

Literary critics, however, frequently suffer from a curious belief that every author longs to extend...

Literary critics, however, frequently suffer from a curious belief that every author longs to extend...