William Shakespeare

As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living.
Satisfaction is death.

As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living.
Satisfaction is death.

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
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For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor read more

Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious
To have mistrusted her.

What an alteration of honour has
Desperate want made!

What an alteration of honour has
Desperate want made!

O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. read more

O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.