Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much
Quote by Shakespeare
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...
Lack nothing: be merry.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his...
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Lawn as white as driven snow
Ingratitude is monstrous
Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet...
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling...
Concerning God, free will and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may...
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher...
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to...
A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than...
Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee.
It was a woman who drove me to drink -- and, you know, I never...
You have four years to be irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs....