How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Quote by Shakespeare
Why this is very midsummer madness.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
I wear not My dagger in my mouth
God be prais'd, that to believing souls, Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair
It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
In a false quarrel there is no true valour.
Society is no comfort to one not sociable.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.
Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for...
What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take...
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
Given a choice between grief and nothing, I'd choose grief.
Hired mourners at a funeral say and do - A little more than they whose...