Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Quote by Shakespeare
She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.
Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling...
Lack nothing: be merry.
Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee.
If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards...
All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when...
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school...
A very honest woman but something given to lie
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment
O curse of marriage that we can call these delicate creatures ours and not their...
Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor,...
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Which we ascribe to heaven.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels...
Every one can master a grief but he that has it
She (Helen) threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away...
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak