True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings. - William Shakespeare
"True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings."
"True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings."
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."
"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."
"There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face."
"This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love."