Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
Quote by Shakespeare
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
There's method in his madness
We cannot all be masters
What's gone and what's past help should be past grief
How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without...
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could...
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways
But like of each thing that in season grows.
And Summers and Winters scattered like splinters And four or five years slipped away
It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were...