In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.
Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.
What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
Time does not have the same appeal for every one
Gently to hear, kindly to judge.
Jesters do oft prove prophets.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
Ambition's debt is paid.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul.
You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
Well, honor is the subject of my story.
What must be shall be.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say
And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.
Speak low, if you speak love.
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon, — for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.
The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
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