3 December 2020 William Shakespeare And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
3 December 2020 William Shakespeare Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.
3 December 2020 William Shakespeare Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
3 December 2020 William Shakespeare Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
3 December 2020 William Shakespeare The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts and is desired.
3 December 2020 William Shakespeare When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
3 December 2020 William Shakespeare Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
3 December 2020 William Shakespeare When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
3 December 2020 William Shakespeare I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
3 December 2020 William Shakespeare A peace is of the nature of a conquest for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
3 December 2020 William Shakespeare Cowards die many times before their deaths the valiant never taste of death but once.
3 December 2020 William Shakespeare The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
3 December 2020 William Shakespeare O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
