To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature
Quote by Shakespeare
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much...
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
But here's the joy: my friend and I are one... Then she loves but me...
My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand
O curse of marriage that we can call these delicate creatures ours and not their...
Love is merely madness...
Good wine needs no bush
Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter...
They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and...
The wheel is come full circle.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.
Good luck is often with the man who doesn't include it in his plans
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the...
Beggars mounted run their horses to death.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
There's place and means for every man alive.