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

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Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund

Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund

Thou art sure of me:--go, make money

Thou art sure of me:--go, make money

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness,...

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness,...

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the...

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the...

Every one can master a grief but he that has it

Every one can master a grief but he that has it

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's...

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's...

At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble.

At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble.

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

Nothing will come of nothing

Nothing will come of nothing

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both...

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both...

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

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

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

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape

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

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

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.