William Shakespeare

They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.

William Shakespeare

They do not love that do not show their love.

William Shakespeare

They fool me to the top of my bent.

William Shakespeare

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

William Shakespeare

They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.

William Shakespeare

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.

William Shakespeare

They say miracles are past.

William Shakespeare

Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.

William Shakespeare

Things won are done, joy’s soul lies in the doing.

William Shakespeare

This above all; to thine own self be true.

William Shakespeare