More Quotes by William Shakespeare
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
To be, or not to be, that is the question.
Brevity is the soul of wit
Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
All the world is a stage and we are merely players.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.
Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?
