The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Quote by Shakespeare
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till...
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt
To business that we love we rise betime And go to it with delight
The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the...
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
Love is supposed to start with bells ringing and go downhill from there. But it...
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in...
A light heart lives long
Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go
One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well;...
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasance, age full of...
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Boldness be my friend.
Great floods have flown from simple sources.
I was adored once too.
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.