Sketch-blog of an alien-cat-sorcerer.

Posts tagged “shakespeare

Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges

For the rain it raineth every day

You pay a great deal too dear for what’s given freely

Out of the jaws of death

These words are razors to my wounded heart

What ‘s gone and what ‘s past help should be past grief

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind

Everyone can master a grief but he that has it

Men of few words are the best men

The course of true love never did run smooth