Posted by: Davide Bianco
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Wisdom)
The evil that men do lives after them; The good is often interred with their bones.
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The evil that men do lives after them; The good is often interred with their bones.
What angel wakes me from my
flowery bed?
I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note;
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
But do thy worst to steal thyself,
For term of live thou art assurèd mine;
And life no longer than thy love will stay,
for it dependent upon that love of thine.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal. I served my king, he would not in mine age. Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Give every man thy ear but few thy voice.
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the floud, leads on to fortune ommitted, all the voyage of their lives are bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.