Men's vows are women's traitors!
Quote by Shakespeare
The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven...
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow...
The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns.
My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both...
No profit grows where there is no pleasure taken
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could...
For a quart of Ale is a dish for a King
A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine
Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humor, and like...
Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
O curse of marriage that we can call these delicate creatures ours and not their...
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.
The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured...
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Now is the winter of our discontent.