Love? His affections do not that way tend.
William Shakespeare
Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: British
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Doubtful it stood, as two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their art.
Call me what instrume you will,though you can fret me,yet you cannot play upon me.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
Cry woe, destruction, ruin, and decay: The worst is death, and death will have his day.
Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.