O curse of marriage that we can call these delicate creatures ours and not their appetites!
Quote by Shakespeare
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous...
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
I will beat thee into handsomeness
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running...
I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep...
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more...
I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night
They say miracles are past.
'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they...
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.