If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not.
Quote by Shakespeare
Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
They have a plentiful lack of wit
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see What petty follies they themselves commit
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day,...
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night
Past and to come seems best; things present worst
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay...
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not...
O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on...
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling...
Parting is such a sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.
There's nothing good about goodnight when it means goodbye.