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
How now, wit! Whither wander you?
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions!
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of...
All days are nights to see till I see thee, and nights bright days when...
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they...
My pride fell with my fortunes.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange...
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Two women placed together makes cold weather.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world.
An old man is twice a child.
If music be the food of love, play on.
For where is any author in the world, Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?...
Thought is free.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both...
So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him...
Leave a kiss but in the cup, and I'll not look for wine.