Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Living Quotes, Simplicity Quotes

Farewell, fair cruelty.

Farewell, fair cruelty.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the...

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the...

The better part of valour is discretion.

The better part of valour is discretion.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it...

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it...

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade, The eyes of men without an orator.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade, The eyes of men without an orator.

For my part, it was Greek to me.

For my part, it was Greek to me.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his...

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his...

For a quart of Ale is a meal for a King.

For a quart of Ale is a meal for a King.

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief...

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief...

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into,...

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into,...

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid...

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid...

I will beat thee into handsomeness

I will beat thee into handsomeness

My pride fell with my fortunes.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt