The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.
Quote by Shakespeare
I am a feather for each wind that blows
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
To their right praise and true perfection!
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Show me someone who doesn't dream about the future and I'll show you someone who...
O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!
Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter...
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part...
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's...
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked;...
Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment
Now if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for...
In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.
As a woman I can't go to war, and I refuse to send anyone else