There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Dont Trust Nobody Quotes, I Hate Boys Quotes

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea...

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea...

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

I was adored once too.

I was adored once too.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

We came into the world like brother and brother; And now lets go hand in...

We came into the world like brother and brother; And now lets go hand in...

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy rather...

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy rather...

Thou art sure of me:--go, make money

Thou art sure of me:--go, make money

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling...

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.

Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.

Thou has done a deed whereat valour will weep.

Thou has done a deed whereat valour will weep.

Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor,...

Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor,...

Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not...

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not...

If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and...

If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and...

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.