Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
Quote by Shakespeare
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in...
There's many a man has more hair than wit.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade, The eyes of men without an orator.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of...
God made woman beautiful and foolish; beautiful, that man might love her; and foolish, that...
I am ill at these numbers
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange...
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Love is merely madness...
Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare...
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere,...
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.
Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter...
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are...
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not...
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.