Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.
There was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.
Making night hideous.
The law hath not been dead though it hath slept.
Sweets with sweets war not joy delights in joy.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
An old man is twice a child.
Have more than thou showest Speak less than thou knowest.
Things past redress are now with me past care.
Sometimes we punish our selves the most.
Macbeth does murder sleep - the innocent sleep,Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief...
Benedick: I protest I love thee.Beatrice: Why, then, God forgive me!Benedick: What offence, sweet Beatrice?Beatrice: You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about toprotest I loved you.Benedick: And...
Unsex me here and fill me from crown to toe full of direst cruelty That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose." Macbeth
The blessedness of being little!!!
Grant them removed, and grant that this your noiseHath chid down all the majesty of England;Imagine that you see the wretched strangers,Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage,Plodding to t...
A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.