I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.

My thoughts and I were of another world.

I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.

All concord's born of contraries.

He that would have his virtue published, is not the servant of virtue, but glory.

True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.

Court a mistress, she denies you; let her alone, she will court you.