Listen to many, speak to a few.
(April 26, 1564 - April 23, 1616)
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet
The olive-grove of Academe, / Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird / Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.
(December 09, 1608 - November 08, 1674)
This lady is not for turning.
(October 13, 1925 - )
Both your friend and your enemy think you will never die.