More Quotes by William Shakespeare
We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.
All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes The cup of their deserving.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.
There's a time for all things.
Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
I like your silence, it the more shows off your wonder.
