Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason. William Shakespeare More Quotes by William Shakespeare More Quotes From William Shakespeare Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. William Shakespeare sinmemorablefall There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face. William Shakespeare fake-peoplescienceart All's well if all ends well. William Shakespeare wellsendsifs I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too! William Shakespeare foolhappinesstravel Poor and content is rich, and rich enough. William Shakespeare simplicitycontentmentmoney Now is the winter of our discontent. William Shakespeare merchant-of-venicesummerwinter We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone. William Shakespeare time-managementgonetime He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural. William Shakespeare gracenaturaldoe Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus. William Shakespeare Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath. William Shakespeare breaths Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment. William Shakespeare selfgoodbyelove Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words William Shakespeare sugarpoison Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. William Shakespeare denmark-in-hamletfaithmemorable See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek! William Shakespeare beautylovehands We that are true lovers run into strange capers. William Shakespeare strangerunninglove I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. William Shakespeare sufferingdreammen Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts! William Shakespeare mirthheartjoy Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden. William Shakespeare weedgardenspring Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won William Shakespeare playrainlife thus with a kiss I die William Shakespeare romancedieskissing
