I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
Ignorance is the curse of God knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land the great ones eat up the little ones.
Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Ignorance is the curse of God knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
Life every man holds dear but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?