Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.
William ShakespeareIn friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.
William ShakespeareCoward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.
William ShakespeareYet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
William Shakespeare