William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 56
These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.
And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!
He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.
Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
The day shall not be up so soon as I, To try the fair adventure of tomorrow.
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.
I doubt not then but innocence shall makeFalse accusation blush, and tyrannyTremble at patience.
So may the outward shows be least themselves; The world is still deceived with ornament.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!