He is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such a she; and she is a fair divided excellence, whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
Quote by Shakespeare
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
They say miracles are past.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
Maybe love won't let you down. All of your failures are training grounds and just...
There's not one wise man among twenty will praise himself.
Now if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for...
Death is a fearful thing
Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
Self-love, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...
Honesty is as much saying everything as it is saying what is true.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both...
A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine
He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.
Dance is the only art of which we ourselves are the stuff of which it...
How can we know the dancer from the dance?