Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee.

Quote by Shakespeare

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She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty; How love...

She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty; How love...

Good wine needs no bush

Good wine needs no bush

Society is no comfort to one not sociable.

Society is no comfort to one not sociable.

God made woman beautiful and foolish; beautiful, that man might love her; and foolish, that...

God made woman beautiful and foolish; beautiful, that man might love her; and foolish, that...

If music be the food of love, play on.

If music be the food of love, play on.

The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded...

The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded...

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day,...

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day,...

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow...

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow...

Your tale sir, would cure deafness

Your tale sir, would cure deafness

What is past is prologue.

What is past is prologue.

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in...

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in...

I would fain die a dry death.

I would fain die a dry death.

I am not covetous for gold; but if it be a sin to covet honor,...

I am not covetous for gold; but if it be a sin to covet honor,...

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own

I always thought I was Jeanne d'Arc and Bonaparte. How little one knows oneself.

I always thought I was Jeanne d'Arc and Bonaparte. How little one knows oneself.

All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever...

All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever...