Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night
Quote by Shakespeare
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
They have a plentiful lack of wit
No profit grows where there is no pleasure taken
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet...
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
Farewell, fair cruelty.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare...
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns.
Lack nothing: be merry.
I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy...
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep...
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own
The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the...
And makes me poor indeed.
The broad highway to poverty and need - Is, much to build and many mouths...
Poverty is not the root cause of crime.