The true measure of life is not length, but honesty. |
There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire |
Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish |
Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish |
Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish |
Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish |
To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind |
To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind |
We might knit that knot with our tongues that we shall never undo with our teeth |
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame |