My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.
William ShakespeareLove's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
William ShakespeareConscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.
William ShakespeareFarewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
William Shakespeare