How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Absence Quotes, Seasons Quotes

No profit grows where there is no pleasure taken

No profit grows where there is no pleasure taken

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment

Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment

Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.

Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid...

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid...

Concerning God, free will and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may...

Concerning God, free will and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may...

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...

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

We came into the world like brother and brother; And now lets go hand in...

We came into the world like brother and brother; And now lets go hand in...

Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?

Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

When most I wink, then do my eyes best see

When most I wink, then do my eyes best see

Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.

Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.

O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.

O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.

Patch grief with proverbs

Patch grief with proverbs

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.