The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honor razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
Quote by Shakespeare
Society is no comfort to one not sociable.
Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee.
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
They say miracles are past.
Joy delights in Joy
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon...
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Nothing can come of nothing.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day,...
I am a man more sinned against than sinning.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
We came into the world like brother and brother; And now lets go hand in...
He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
He is not great who is not greatly good.
Some true love turned and not a false turned true.
The times may have changed, but the people are still the same. We're still looking...
Invite the man that loves thee to a feast, but let alone thine enemy