She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Love Quotes

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house...

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house...

Love is like linen; often changed, the sweeter.

Love is like linen; often changed, the sweeter.

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to...

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to...

Honesty is as much saying everything as it is saying what is true.

Honesty is as much saying everything as it is saying what is true.

The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.

The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.

They have a plentiful lack of wit

They have a plentiful lack of wit

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down...

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down...

I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep...

I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep...

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked;...

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked;...

She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.

She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would...

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would...

Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.

Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.