Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much
Quote by Shakespeare
One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well;...
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have...
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
And makes me poor indeed.
I am not covetous for gold; but if it be a sin to covet honor,...
There's no trust, no faith, no honesty, in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all nought,...
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I...
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy...
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to...
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in...
Good luck is often with the man who doesn't include it in his plans
Covet wealth, and want it; don't, and luck will grant it
You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya punk