William Shakespeare The Quotations

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

He kills her in her own humor.

We will have rings and things and fine array

The poorest service is repaid with thanks.

Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff - Julius Caesar