The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
Quote by Shakespeare
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's...
Speak me fair in death.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by...
This above all; to thine own self be true.
Thou art sure of me:--go, make money.
He is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such...
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down...
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold
Farewell, fair cruelty.
Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humor, and like...
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
Parting is such a sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
I'm in my bed, you're in yours. One of us is obviously in the wrong...
There's nothing good about goodnight when it means goodbye.