Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.
Quote by Shakespeare
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.
Friendly counsel cuts off many foes
Past and to come seems best; things present worst
I am ill at these numbers
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
I would fain die a dry death.
Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling...
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs
What a deformed thief this fashion is
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
You cannot do wrong and feel right. It is impossible!
Accomplishment is socially judged by ill defined criteria so that one has to rely on...