Posted onAugust 26, 2021May 3, 2022inAuthors, William ShakesPeare Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
Posted onAugust 26, 2021May 3, 2022inAuthors, William ShakesPeare What’s in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Posted onAugust 26, 2021May 3, 2022inAuthors, William ShakesPeare Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears: I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
Posted onAugust 26, 2021May 3, 2022inAuthors, William ShakesPeare Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Posted onAugust 26, 2021May 3, 2022inAuthors, William ShakesPeare The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
Posted onAugust 26, 2021May 3, 2022inAuthors, William ShakesPeare We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Posted onAugust 26, 2021May 3, 2022inAuthors, William ShakesPeare Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Posted onAugust 26, 2021May 3, 2022inAuthors, William ShakesPeare Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
Posted onAugust 26, 2021May 3, 2022inAuthors, William ShakesPeare The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
Posted onAugust 26, 2021May 3, 2022inAuthors, William ShakesPeare Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
