Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood
Quote by Shakespeare
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Which we ascribe to heaven.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for...
He that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends.
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere,...
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...
For a quart of Ale is a meal for a King.
The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape
Concerning God, free will and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may...
How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to...
In time we hate that which we often fear.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
My resolution's placed, and I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to...
There's no trust, no faith, no honesty, in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all nought,...
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I...