He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Quote by Shakespeare
Men's vows are women's traitors!
Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?
Striving to be better, oft we mar what's well.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.
How now, wit! Whither wander you?
Service is no heritage.
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Friendly counsel cuts off many foes
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay...
Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's...
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been,...
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
There is a history in all men's lives.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.