William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 28
No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
A wicked conscience mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.
The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.
France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot.
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm