Category: Quote of the Day

  • January 31

    January 31

    His days are foul and his drink dangerous.

  • January 30

    January 30

    In his brain,
    Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
    After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm’d
    With observation, the which he vents
    In mangled forms.

  • January 29

    January 29

    She shines not upon fools,
    lest the reflection should hurt her.

  • January 28

    January 28

    Hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
    For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,
    Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.

  • January 27

    January 27

    When my love swears that she is made of truth
    I do believe her, though I know she lies…

    Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
     And in our faults by lies we flatter’d be.

  • January 26

    January 26

    I’ll so maul you and your toasting-iron,
    That you shall think the devil is come from hell.

  • January 25

    January 25

    One that converses more
    with the buttock of the night
    than with the forehead of the morning.