As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
William Shakespeare'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
William ShakespeareGo to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
William ShakespeareMaids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
William ShakespeareThere was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
William ShakespeareIt is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
William ShakespeareLord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
William ShakespeareGive me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
William ShakespeareThe lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
William Shakespeare