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
If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to...
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the...
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay...
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could...
He is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such...
O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.
All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that...
'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
Thou art sure of me:--go, make money
Beggars mounted run their horses to death.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Ingratitude is monstrous
We know what we are, but know now what we may be.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
The valiant never taste of death but once.