I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-out heresy.
William ShakespeareLord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.
William ShakespeareIf there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up; So quick bright things come to confusion.
William ShakespeareAlas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *Itโs sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but itโs actually very rough when you experience it.*
William Shakespeare