They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, They belch us
Quote by Shakespeare
I drink to the general joy of the whole table.
Every cloud engenders not a storm
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
It is meat and drink to me to see a clown.
Take heed, be wary how you place your words;Talk like the vulgar sort of market...
Every one can master a grief but he that has it
Boldness be my friend.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream
I would fain die a dry death.
There is a history in all men's lives.
And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not
Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
Nothing will come of nothing
But here's the joy: my friend and I are one... Then she loves but me...
Love can hope where reason would despair.
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There are few people who are not ashamed of their love affairs when the infatuation...