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
Every fair from fair sometime declines
Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit; For if...
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
What is wedlock forced but a hell, an age of discord and continual strife? Whereas...
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief...
The fashion of the time is changed
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet...
Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined,...
Prefer a loss to a dishonest gain; the one brings pain at the moment, the...
What is past is prologue.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Which we ascribe to heaven.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange...
Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee.
What a deformed thief this fashion is
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
The only rule is don't be boring and dress cute wherever you go. Life is...