Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Quote by Shakespeare
O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
When valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.
For a quart of Ale is a dish for a King
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down...
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
No profit grows where there is no pleasure taken
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere,...
The saying is true, The empty vessel makes the greatest sound
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet...
Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter...
I frankly felt like the reception we received on the way in from the airport...
Conquered people tend to be witty.