The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief
Quote by Shakespeare
For I can raise no money by vile means.
If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards...
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
Grief makes one hour ten
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Which we ascribe to heaven.
Look down you gods, and on this couple drop a blessed crown.
This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as...
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.
For when we rage, advice is often seen By blunting us to make our wits...
How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
What's gone and what's past help should be past grief
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
I was adored once too.
He who studies MA in English Literature but fears the name Shakespeare is one who...