I cannot tell what the dickens his name is

Quote by Shakespeare

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'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know...

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know...

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal

Boldness be my friend.

Boldness be my friend.

Banquet: an affair where you eat a lot of food you don't want before talking...

Banquet: an affair where you eat a lot of food you don't want before talking...

Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure

Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

For a quart of Ale is a dish for a King

For a quart of Ale is a dish for a King

Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me, From mine own library with volumes that...

Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me, From mine own library with volumes that...

Take heed, be wary how you place your words;Talk like the vulgar sort of market...

Take heed, be wary how you place your words;Talk like the vulgar sort of market...

Show me someone who doesn't dream about the future and I'll show you someone who...

Show me someone who doesn't dream about the future and I'll show you someone who...

The courses of true love never did run smooth.

The courses of true love never did run smooth.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it...

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it...

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads...

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads...

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent

How now, wit! Whither wander you?

How now, wit! Whither wander you?

The American spirit wears no political label. In service to others and yes, in sacrifice...

The American spirit wears no political label. In service to others and yes, in sacrifice...

Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art

Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art