And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.
William ShakespeareFor many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.
William ShakespeareFight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.
William ShakespeareWe all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.
William ShakespeareOh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away
William ShakespeareWhen he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
William ShakespeareFor a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.
William ShakespeareArt thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?
William ShakespeareO, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past
William ShakespeareNever play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time
William ShakespeareWhy, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
William ShakespeareHis neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.
William ShakespeareTo loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.
William Shakespeareit is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing. what of that? her eye discourses; i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.
William Shakespeare