What an alteration of honour Has desperate want made! What viler thing upon the earth than friends Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends! How rarely does it meet with this time’s guise, When man was wish’d to love his enemies! William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots; Within this mile break forth a hundred springs; The oaks bear mast, the biers scarlet hips: The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want? William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes Are made thy chief afflictions. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
O’ the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Since riches point to misery and contempt? Who would be so mock’d with glory? or to live But in a dream of friendship? To have his pomp and all what state compounds But only painted, like his varnish’d friends? William Shakespeare (1564 – […]
O, that men’s ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
His overthrow heap’d happiness upon him; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little: And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Ceremony was but devised at first To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere ’tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o’ the flatterer. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Modest doubt is call’d the beacon of the wise. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
