For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause; there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life.
Quote by Shakespeare
We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their...
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade, The eyes of men without an orator.
In delay there lies no plenty.
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent
Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit; For if...
We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded...
Nothing will come of nothing
For mine own part, it was Greek to me
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honor bright
Lawn as white as driven snow
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love...
A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been,...
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting...
To know after absence the familiar street and road and village and house is to...
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles...
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn...