Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Quote by Shakespeare
This the curse of service: Preferment goes by letter and affection, and not by old...
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade, The eyes of men without an orator.
Every fair from fair sometime declines
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of...
Lack nothing: be merry.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their...
To be or not to be that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the...
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to...
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
What is past is prologue.
When we recall the past, we usually find that it is the simplest things -...
If it seems like I've been lost in 'lets remember', If it seems I'm gettin'...