The band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity.
William ShakespeareAll his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.
William ShakespeareBeing your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.
William ShakespeareROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.
William Shakespeare