By : William Shakespeare 0 Likes
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
By : William Shakespeare
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To do a great right do a little wrong.
But men are men
It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
For my part, it was Greek to me.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.