Rosalind. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touchstone. Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I always feel happy, you know why? Because I don’t expect anything from anyone. Expectations always hurt. Life is short, so love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Naught's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content. 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“And yet for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing. It… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I always feel happy, You know why? Because I don't expect anything from anyone, Expectations always hurt.. Life is short.. So love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“That sport best pleases that doth least know how, where zeal strives to content, and the contents dies in the zeal of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He that has a little tiny wit, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, Must make content with his fortunes fit,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars That make ambition virtue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
