Category: William Shakespeare
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
Sweets to the sweet.
Death is a fearful thing.
I bear a charmed life.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
true apothecary thy drugs art quick
In time we hate that which we often fear.
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
For I can raise no money by vile means.
