My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face.
Quote by Shakespeare
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
Love is a spirit all compact of fire
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
Look down you gods, and on this couple drop a blessed crown.
I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
I were but little happy, if I could say how much
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
There's not one wise man among twenty will praise himself.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet...
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have...
For where is any author in the world, Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to...
Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
So shines a good deed in a weary world.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me...
Farewell, fair cruelty.
Very little of the great cruelty shown by men can really be attributed to cruel...
It is ironic that the one thing that all religions recognize as separating us from...
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of...