I will praise any man that will praise me.
Quote by Shakespeare
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear
Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...
If music be the food of love, play on.
'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
Love is a spirit all compact of fire
Everything that gristles is not gold.
When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not
You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I...
Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where...
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the...
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops...
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they...
Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name
Love is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the...
When we love there is no reason why.