The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Quote by Shakespeare
'Tis mad idolatry to make the service greater than the god.
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.
Death is a fearful thing.
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny
The earth has music for those who listen.
Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its...
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief...
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
Every fair from fair sometime declines
Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow
Self-love, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
But here's the joy: my friend and I are one... Then she loves but me...
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's...
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I...
I saw Hamlet Prince of Denmark played; but now the old plays begin to disgust...
Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread...
Many a man owes his success to his first wife and his second wife to...