The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Quote by Shakespeare
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids...
The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow...
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame;...
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well.
We cannot all be masters
Love is supposed to start with bells ringing and go downhill from there. But it...
The earth has music for those who listen.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined,...
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
I bear a charmed life.
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards...
Show me someone who doesn't dream about the future and I'll show you someone who...
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
Freedom is the opportunity to make decisions...
All my life, whenever it comes time to make a decision, I make it and...
The well bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves.