Profit du mal ! je dois à présent reconnaître que le mieux par le mal devient encore meilleur, et que l'Amour brisé, quand il vient à renaître, acquiert plus de beauté, de force et de grandeur.
- 1609 -
William Shakespeare
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Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
By William Shakespeare
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
By William Shakespeare
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
By William Shakespeare
I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
By William Shakespeare
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
By William Shakespeare
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
By William Shakespeare
He that is thy friend indeed,
By William Shakespeare
...Who could refrain,
By William Shakespeare
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
By William Shakespeare
In the old age black was not counted fair,
By William Shakespeare
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
By William Shakespeare
Look on beauty,
By William Shakespeare
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
By William Shakespeare
O my love, my wife!
By William Shakespeare
She will outstrip all praise and make it halt behind her.
William Shakespeare