This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
William ShakespeareFor a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.
William ShakespeareHe took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.
William ShakespeareMerciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man, Dressed in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured His glassy essence--like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, would all themselves laugh mortal.
William Shakespeare