The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. -
To me, fair friend, you never can be old. For as you were when first your eye I eyed. Such seems your beauty still.
What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
I did send to you for certain sums of gold, which you denied me.
When we are born we cry that we are come.. to this great stage of fools.
O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.
Category: Books And Reading
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, action nor utterance, nor the power of speech, to stir men's blood. I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know.
Category: Bores And Boredom
Brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes.
To business that we love we rise bedtime, and go to't with delight.
To fear the worst oft cures the worse.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.