Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest; and despair most sits
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Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by...
No profit grows where there is no pleasure taken
I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
Do you not know that I am a woman? When I think, I must speak
He that dies pays all debts
There are two sides to every question, because, when there are no longer two sides...
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange...
Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who...
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon...
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Great floods have flown from simple sources.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a...
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in...
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by,...
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet...
Farewell, fair cruelty.