Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood
Quote by Shakespeare
But like of each thing that in season grows.
Friendly counsel cuts off many foes
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I...
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief...
He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in...
Such as we are made of, such we be.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night
This above all; to thine own self be true.
For a quart of Ale is a meal for a King.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid...
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him,...
It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers...
When the road gets dark - And you can no longer see - Just let...
I am my beloved, and my beloved is me