To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature.

Quote by Shakespeare

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Every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own...

Every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own...

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness,...

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness,...

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past,...

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past,...

Prefer a loss to a dishonest gain; the one brings pain at the moment, the...

Prefer a loss to a dishonest gain; the one brings pain at the moment, the...

What is past is prologue.

What is past is prologue.

Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure

Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure

Action is eloquence.

Action is eloquence.

To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read...

To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read...

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...

Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant...

Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant...

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Honesty is not the best policy - merely the safest

Honesty is not the best policy - merely the safest

My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.

My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.

I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.

I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York;...

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York;...

Vini, Vici, Vidi (I came, I saw, I conquered). - Julius Caesar

Vini, Vici, Vidi (I came, I saw, I conquered). - Julius Caesar

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both...

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both...

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy....

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy....

Love me and the world is mine.

Love me and the world is mine.