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!
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I will praise any man that will praise me.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by...
Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty:...
They have a plentiful lack of wit
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere,...
The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid...
Man, proud man, dressed in a little brief authority, like an angry ape, play such...
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...
Let no such man be trusted.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
By that sin fell the angels.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
All of my life I have always had the urge to do things better than...
Every one can master a grief but he that has it
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.