Adversity's sweet milk philosophy.
The worst is not sSo long as we can say "This is the worst."
Tis mightiest in the mightiest it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown His sceptre shows the force of temporal power The attribute to awe and majesty Wherein doth sit the dread and fe...
One man in his time plays many parts.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Fairies black grey green and white You moonshine revellers and shades of night.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse - As patches set upon a little breach Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patc...
To be or not to be that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them?
There's small choice in rotten apples.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause
More are men's ends marked than their lives before.The setting sun, the music at the close,As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
Ambition should be made from sterner stuff.
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
Of all knowledge, the wise and good seek mostly to know themselves.
Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wingsand soar with them above a common bound.
Where lies your text? In Orsino's bosom. In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom? To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief...
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.