Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.

Quote by Shakespeare

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Our foster-nurse of nature is repose

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange...

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange...

Heaven give you many, many merry days! - from The Merry Wives of Windsor

Heaven give you many, many merry days! - from The Merry Wives of Windsor

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for...

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for...

I dote on his very absence.

I dote on his very absence.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Some true love turned and not a false turned true.

Some true love turned and not a false turned true.

When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death...

When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death...

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part...

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part...

Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

Let no such man be trusted.

Let no such man be trusted.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling...

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always...

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always...

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more...

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more...

The Stones, I love the Stones. I watch them whenever I can. Fred, Barney.

The Stones, I love the Stones. I watch them whenever I can. Fred, Barney.