Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Quote by Shakespeare
Present mirth hath present laughter, what's to come is still unsure.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where...
I would fain die a dry death.
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
For a quart of Ale is a meal for a King.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid...
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads...
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy.
A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than...
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my...
Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.
He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.
We know the road to freedom has always been stalked by death.