Quotes on “shakespeare”

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!

What's in a name, anyway? That which we call a nose by any other name would still smell.