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

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My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to...

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to...

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

This above all; to thine own self be true.

This above all; to thine own self be true.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have...

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have...

In the corrupted currents of this word offence's gilded hand may solve by justice, and...

In the corrupted currents of this word offence's gilded hand may solve by justice, and...

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of...

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of...

The course of true love never did run smooth.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Why this is very midsummer madness.

Why this is very midsummer madness.

So shines a good deed in a weary world.

So shines a good deed in a weary world.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's...

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's...

The saying is true, The empty vessel makes the greatest sound

The saying is true, The empty vessel makes the greatest sound

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better

The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief

The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief

For where is any author in the world, Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?...

For where is any author in the world, Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?...

Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.

Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by...

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by...

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold