More Quotes by William Shakespeare
Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
To be, or not to be, that is the question.
All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes The cup of their deserving.
Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.
Mercy but murders pardoning those who kill.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
