William Shakespeare

Life every man holds dear but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear…

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact…

The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their…

In time we hate that which we often fear…

Men’s vows are women’s traitors…

When a father gives to his son, both laugh when a son gives to his…

But men are men the best sometimes forget…

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying…

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me…

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she’s a good wench for this gear…