The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
Quote by Shakespeare
Nothing can come of nothing.
Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love.
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked;...
Farewell, fair cruelty.
We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow...
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none
The courses of true love never did run smooth.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs
And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would...
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
There's many a man has more hair than wit.
Age, I do abhor thee, youth, I do adore thee.
Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their...
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know...
Good wine needs no bush
Wine is bottled poetry.
Blushing is the color of virtue.