My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face.
Quote by Shakespeare
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy
Love's best habit is a soothing tongue
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to...
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the...
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded...
To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read...
He that dies pays all debts
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame;...
We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards
'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of...
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and...
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
'Tis mad idolatry to make the service greater than the god.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter
O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.
The bastard form of mass culture is humiliated repetition... always new books, new programs, new...
Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me, From mine own library with volumes that...