Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
I was adored once too.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
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.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
‘Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
An overflow of good converts to bad.
If it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul.
Death is a fearful thing.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;_When little fears grow great, great love grows there.
