Love’s best habit is a soothing tongue.
– William Shakespeare
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- How use doth breed a habit in a man! – William Shakespeare
- His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent. – William Shakespeare
- The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers, to bed; ’tis almost fairy time. – William Shakespeare
- How use doth breed a habit in a man! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns. – William Shakespeare
- They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love. – William Shakespeare
- Love all, trust a few. – William Shakespeare
- Love is merely madness. – William Shakespeare
- Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none. – William Shakespeare
- Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. – William Shakespeare
- Love and reason keep little company together. – William Shakespeare