Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund
Quote by Shakespeare
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind...
Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.
Love is supposed to start with bells ringing and go downhill from there. But it...
God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape...
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn
My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both...
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would...
In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on...
He is not great who is not greatly good.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to...
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
The God who gave us life gave us liberty at the same time; the hand...
I am responsible only to God and history.