Parting is such a sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
Quote by Shakespeare
In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in...
I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your...
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow...
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see What petty follies they themselves commit
An overflow of good converts to bad.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty; How love...
This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as...
What is wedlock forced but a hell, an age of discord and continual strife? Whereas...
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till...
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To...
Time passes and you must move on Half the distance takes you twice as long...
You're an old-timer if you can remember when setting the world on fire was a...