O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
Quote by Shakespeare
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
My resolution's placed, and I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to...
They have a plentiful lack of wit
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling...
The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the...
Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter...
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher...
All days are nights to see till I see thee, and nights bright days when...
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels...
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York;...
We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded...
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows
So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time
Nothing will come of nothing
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by...
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
They say miracles are past.