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
For mine own part, it was Greek to me
Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter.
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their...
O, had I but followed the arts!
I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much...
But here's the joy: my friend and I are one... Then she loves but me...
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Which we ascribe to heaven.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks
At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble.
I do not know who first invented the myth of sexual equality. But it is...
Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late
My marriage is on the rocks again; yeah, my wife just broke up with her...