Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
Quote by Shakespeare
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Society is no comfort to one not sociable.
At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.
And makes me poor indeed.
Two may keep counsel, putting one away
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty; How love...
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
Prefer a loss to a dishonest gain; the one brings pain at the moment, the...
O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...
My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both...
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Which we ascribe to heaven.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
To do a great right do a little wrong.
What a deformed thief this fashion is
In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or...
Fashions fade, style is eternal.