William Shakespeare
Category: Women
Category: Horses
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a
hawk: he trots the air; the earth
sings when he touches it; the
basest horn of his hoof is more
musical than the pipe of Hermes.
Category: Money
Category: Morning
Category: Carpe Diem
Category: Love
As soon go kindle fire with snow,
as seek to quench the fire of love
with words.
Category: Women
Category: Imagination
Category: Jewellery
My crown is in my heart, not in my
head, Nor decked with diamonds and
Indian stones, Nor to be seen; my
crown is called contentment; A
crown it is, that seldom kings
enjoy.
Category: Money
How quickly nature falls into
revolt When gold becomes her
object! For this the foolish
over-careful fathers Have broke
their sleep with thoughts, their
brains with care, Their bones with
industry.

