We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards
Quote by Shakespeare
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could...
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
Self-love, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...
I drink to the general joy of the whole table.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
Past and to come seems best; things present worst
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
For mine own part, it was Greek to me
Death is a fearful thing
In the corrupted currents of this word offence's gilded hand may solve by justice, and...
He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
I were but little happy, if I could say how much
Boldness be my friend.
Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor,...
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites...
Life has taught me that respect, caring and love must be shared, for it's only...
Love-matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn...