Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York; And all the clouds that lowered upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Quote by Shakespeare
Cute Summer Quotes
It is meat and drink to me to see a clown.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
Falsehood falsehood cures
Though this be madness, yet there is method
Thou has done a deed whereat valour will weep.
Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or...
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
Let no such man be trusted.
We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded...
Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.
To their right praise and true perfection!
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read...
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To...
I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy...
You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I...
You know what I find interesting? If you lose a spouse, you're called a widow,...
The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the...