Age cannot wither her nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
Weitere Zitate von William Shakespeare
Zum Autor"O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on."
"Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it."
"The cunning livery of hell."
"Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting."
"Whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin I see hath been his timeless end. Oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. I will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm.Yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. There rust and let me die."
"Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard."