Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
Quote by Shakespeare
There's no trust, no faith, no honesty, in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all nought,...
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love.
How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of...
Nothing will come of nothing
Everything that gristles is not gold.
So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time
God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape...
A light heart lives long
Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.
When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the...
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have...
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and...
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
Riches are gotten with pain, kept with care, and lost with grief
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.