We cannot all be masters
Quote by Shakespeare
A very honest woman but something given to lie
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits...
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment
A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine
Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of...
This above all; to thine own self be true.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.