Author Topic: ~ William Shakespeare Quotes ~ (Read 17748 times)

MysteRy · « **Reply #255 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:07:38 PM »

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

MysteRy · « **Reply #256 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:08:19 PM »

Give every man thine ear but few thy voice; Take each man's censure but reserve thy judgment.

MysteRy · « **Reply #257 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:09:13 PM »

I am disgrac'd impeach'd and baffled here - Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear.

MysteRy · « **Reply #258 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:09:46 PM »

Those friends thou hast and their adoption tried grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.

MysteRy · « **Reply #259 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:10:31 PM »

Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.

MysteRy · « **Reply #260 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:10:57 PM »

I'll take thy word for faith not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.

MysteRy · « **Reply #261 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:11:25 PM »

True hope is swift and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes Gods and meaner creatures kings.

MysteRy · « **Reply #262 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:12:06 PM »

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

MysteRy · « **Reply #263 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:12:50 PM »

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit and lost without deserving.

MysteRy · « **Reply #264 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:13:19 PM »

Good-night good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.

MysteRy · « **Reply #265 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:13:56 PM »

Taffeta phrases silken terms precise Three-piled hyperboles spruce affectation Figures pedantical.

MysteRy · « **Reply #266 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:14:39 PM »

The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

MysteRy · « **Reply #267 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:15:24 PM »

If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly into which love hast made thee run though hast not loved.

MysteRy · « **Reply #268 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:16:06 PM »

Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not still thou striv'est to get; and what thou hast forget'est.

MysteRy · « **Reply #269 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:17:19 PM »

A walking shadow a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.

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