William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 147
There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.
My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
We are not the first Who with best meaning have incurred the worst
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.
To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.