Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death
Quote by Shakespeare
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it...
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear
Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its...
I am not covetous for gold; but if it be a sin to covet honor,...
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death...
Death is a fearful thing
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the...
I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame;...
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!