Quotes

11 November 2014
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.
11 November 2014
Ay me, how weak a thing The heart of woman is!
11 November 2014
Shallow. Doth she hold her own well? Falstaff. Old, old, Master Shallow. Shallow. Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose but be old, certain she's old.
11 November 2014
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
11 November 2014
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky— So at his sight away his fellows fly.
11 November 2014
Pride must have a fall.
11 November 2014
Mend when thou canst, be better at thy leisure.
11 November 2014
Who comes so fast in silence of the night?
11 November 2014
I have lived long enough: my way of life Is fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have.
11 November 2014
Advantage is a better soldier than rashness.

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