Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks
Quote by Shakespeare
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
The fashion of the time is changed
A light heart lives long
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow...
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay...
Farewell, fair cruelty.
He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade, The eyes of men without an orator.
I would fain die a dry death.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
There are two sides to every question, because, when there are no longer two sides...
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the...
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...
But screw your courage to the sticking-place and we'll not fail.
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar...
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my...
Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly