The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Discovery Quotes, Travel Quotes

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid...

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid...

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his...

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his...

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would...

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would...

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might...

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might...

Tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price

Tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Lawn as white as driven snow

Lawn as white as driven snow

Such as we are made of, such we be.

Such as we are made of, such we be.

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into,...

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into,...

When valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.

When valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.

Love is merely madness...

Love is merely madness...

Good wine needs no bush

Good wine needs no bush

Wine gives a man nothing... it only puts in motion what had been locked up...

Wine gives a man nothing... it only puts in motion what had been locked up...

Wine is bottled poetry.

Wine is bottled poetry.