As you all know, Security Is Mortals chiefest Enemy.
William ShakespeareMore matter with less art.
William ShakespeareTo me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still.
Tags: poetry sonnet-104
Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of doom.
William ShakespeareTags: love poetry sacrifice constancy
A ministering angel shall my sister be.
William ShakespeareFrailty, thy name is woman!
William ShakespeareTags: hamlet
And with a little pin bores through his castle wall and farewell king.
William ShakespeareWho is it that can tell me who I am?
William ShakespeareBut it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.
William ShakespeareWords are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find.
William ShakespeareTags: friendship
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