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

Quote by Shakespeare

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O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

Do you not know that I am a woman? When I think, I must speak

Do you not know that I am a woman? When I think, I must speak

The course of true love never did run smooth.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Boldness be my friend.

Boldness be my friend.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea...

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea...

They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and...

They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and...

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not...

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not...

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows

Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear...

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear...

God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape...

God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape...

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into,...

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into,...

Vini, Vici, Vidi (I came, I saw, I conquered). - Julius Caesar

Vini, Vici, Vidi (I came, I saw, I conquered). - Julius Caesar

O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.

O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could...

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could...

Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have...

Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have...

The courses of true love never did run smooth.

The courses of true love never did run smooth.

It's easy to say, 'I love you,' to someone, but it's more meaningful to thank...

It's easy to say, 'I love you,' to someone, but it's more meaningful to thank...

The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to...

The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to...