Dank Quote by Shakespeare

The quality of mercy
If music be the food of love; play on.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Simply the thing I am shall make me live.
O, had I but followed the arts!
This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
We have seen better days.
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
How poor are they that have not patience. What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
As he was valiant, I honor him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.