True nobility is exempt from fear. Shakespeare, William
Vaulting ambition which o’er leaps itself. Shakespeare, William
What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason; how infinite in faculties; in form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel; in apprenhension, how like a god; the beauty of the world the paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Shakespeare, […]
Weariness can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth finds the down pillow hard. Shakespeare, William
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. Shakespeare, William
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing. Shakespeare, William
With devotion’s visage and pious action we do sugar o’er the devil himself. Shakespeare, William
