Quotes

11 November 2014
Things without all remedy Should be without regard: what's done is done.
11 November 2014
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child.
11 November 2014
Tomorrow night, when Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage in the watery glass, Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass.
11 November 2014
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!
11 November 2014
O, but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. He that no more must say is listened more Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose. More are men's ends marked than their lives before. The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
11 November 2014
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
11 November 2014
As you from crimes would pardoned be, Let your indulgence set me free.
11 November 2014
Romeo. Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
11 November 2014
O, call back yesterday, bid time return.
11 November 2014
He is given To sports, to wildness, and much company.

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