Top quotes by William Shakespeare

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements. Votes: 16

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! Votes: 16

We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep. Votes: 15

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. Votes: 15

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god. Votes: 15

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage. Votes: 14

And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment! Votes: 12

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Votes: 11

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. Votes: 9

Women may fall when there's no strength in men. Votes: 9

I must be cruel, only to be kind. Votes: 9

If music be the food of love, play on. Votes: 8

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Votes: 8

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes. Votes: 7

No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing. Votes: 7

For I can raise no money by vile means. Votes: 6

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds. Votes: 6

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. Votes: 5

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Votes: 3

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face. Votes: 1

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood. Votes: 1

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones. Votes: 0

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind. Votes: 0

My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy. Votes: 0

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. Votes: 0

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Votes: 0

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. Votes: 0

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. Votes: 0

How well he's read, to reason against reading! Votes: 0

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong. Votes: 0

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Votes: 0

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire. Votes: 0

Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems. Votes: 0

I give unto my wife my second best bed with the furniture. Votes: 0

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too! Votes: 0

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. Votes: 0

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. Votes: 0

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone. Votes: 0

In time we hate that which we often fear. Votes: 0

Time and the hour run through the roughest day. Votes: 0

There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. Votes: 0

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me. Votes: 0

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. Votes: 0

Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we are come to this great state of fools. Votes: 0

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father. Votes: 0

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. Votes: 0

The love of heaven makes one heavenly. Votes: 0

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions. Votes: 0

Words without thoughts never to heaven go. Votes: 0

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late. Votes: 0

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course. Votes: 0

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool. Votes: 0

To do a great right do a little wrong. Votes: 0

Men shut their doors against a setting sun. Votes: 0

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing. Votes: 0

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces. Votes: 0

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life. Votes: 0

I will praise any man that will praise me. Votes: 0

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything. Votes: 0

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry. Votes: 0

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. Votes: 0

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. Votes: 0

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes. Votes: 0

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Votes: 0

Boldness be my friend. Votes: 0

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools. Votes: 0

He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural. Votes: 0

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart. Votes: 0

The wheel is come full circle. Votes: 0

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war! Votes: 0

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;Or close the wall up with our English dead!In peace there's nothing so becomes a manAs modest stillness and humility:But when the blast of war blows in our ears,Then imitate the action of the tiger. Votes: 0

I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument? Votes: 0

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility; but when the blast of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, disguise fair nature with hard-favor'd rage. Votes: 0

Now put your shields before your hearts and fight / With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, my fellows! Votes: 0

The time approachesThat will with due decision make us knowWhat we shall say we have and what we owe.Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,But certain issue strokes must arbitrate;Towards which, advance the war.They exit marching. Votes: 0

This tune goes manly.Come, go we to the King. Our power is ready;Our lack is nothing but our leave. MacbethIs ripe for shaking, and the powers abovePut on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may.The night is long that never finds the day.They exit. Votes: 0

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. Votes: 0

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo. Votes: 0

Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day. Votes: 0

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Votes: 0

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark. Votes: 0

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. Votes: 0

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. Votes: 0

Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day. Votes: 0

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love. Votes: 0

Nothing in his life became him like leaving it. Votes: 0

It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. Votes: 0

O honorable strumpet Votes: 0

Unsex me here and fill me from crown to toe full of direst cruelty That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. Macbeth Votes: 0

Had he not resembled My father as he slept I had done't! Macbeth Votes: 0

How now! Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Lady Macbeth Votes: 0

Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I love you. Votes: 0

Each new mornNew widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrowsStrike heaven on the face, that it resoundsAs if it felt with Scotland, and yelled outLike syllable of dolor. Votes: 0

Time shall unfold what pleated cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides. Votes: 0

I profess myself an enemy to all other joys, which the most precious square of sense possesses, and find I am alone felicitate in your dear highness love. Votes: 0

I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according to my bond; no more no less. Votes: 0

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds reverb no hollowness. Votes: 0

Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Votes: 0

If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his. Votes: 0

So our virtuesLie in the interpretation of the time:And power, unto itself most commendable,Hath not a tomb so evident as a chairTo extol what it hath done.One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. Votes: 0

Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of DenmarkIs by a forged process of my deathRankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,The serpent that did sting thy father's lifeNow wears his crown. Votes: 0

Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery. Votes: 0

Fortune, that arrant whore,Ne'er turns the key to th'poor. Votes: 0

Lucentio: I read that I profess, the Art of Love.Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art!Lucentio: While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart! Votes: 0

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. Votes: 0

From too much liberty, my Lucio, libertyAs surfeit is the father of much fast,So every scope of the immoderate useTurns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, -Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, - A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die. Votes: 0

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me. Votes: 0

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.Act II Votes: 0

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Votes: 0

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage Votes: 0

And too soon Marred are those so early Made. Votes: 0

I'll have no husband, if you be not he. Votes: 0

Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave. Votes: 0

Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me. Votes: 0

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening Votes: 0

A young man married is a man that's marred. Votes: 0

Were kisses all the joys in bed,/One woman would another wed. Votes: 0

But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them."Viola: "Thy reason, man?"Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them. Votes: 0

I, measuring his affections by my own,Which then most sought where most might not be found,Being one too many by my weary self,Pursued my humor not pursuing his,And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me. Votes: 0

Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us. Votes: 0

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine. Votes: 0

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. Votes: 0

The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately. Votes: 0

That sport best pleases that doth least know how, where zeal strives to content, and the contents dies in the zeal of that which it presents. Their form confounded makes most form in mirth when great things laboring perish in their birth. Votes: 0

And keep you in the rear of your affection,Out of the shot and danger of desire,The chariest maid is prodigal enoughIf she unmasks her beauty to the moon. Votes: 0

Tis ten to one this play can never pleaseAll that are here. Some come to take their easeAnd sleep an act or two; but those, we fear,W' have frighted with our trumpets. Votes: 0

Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. Votes: 0

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!This was the most unkindest cut of all Votes: 0

When our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors" Votes: 0

We will all laugh at gilded butterflies." Votes: 0

All that glisters is not gold-Often have you heard that told.Many a man his life hath soldBut my outside to behold.Gilded tombs do worms infold.Had you been as wise as bold,Young in limbs, in judgment old,Your answer had not been enscrolled.Fare you well, your suit is cold." Votes: 0

But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness." Votes: 0

What, are there masques? Hear you me, Jessica:Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drumAnd the vile squealing of the wry-neck'd fife,Clamber not you up to the casements then,Nor thrust your head into the public streetTo gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces,But stop my house's ears, I mean my casements:Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter" Votes: 0

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun." Votes: 0

The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action." Votes: 0

All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,That I, being governed by the watery moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world." Votes: 0

Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow." Votes: 0

As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushedWith raven's feather from unwholesom fenDrop on you both! A southwest blow on yeAnd blister you all o'er!" Votes: 0

Now my charms are all o'erthrown..." Votes: 0

Friendship is constant in all other thingsSave in the office and affairs of love.Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues.Let every eye negotiate for itself,And trust no agent; for beauty is a witchAgainst whose charms faith melteth into blood." Votes: 0

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others! Votes: 0

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment. Votes: 0

I dote on his very absence. Votes: 0

I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have. Votes: 0

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. Votes: 0

Fill all thy bones with aches. Votes: 0

Some are born great, others achieve greatness. Votes: 0

Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Votes: 0

It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking. Votes: 0

Pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision. Votes: 0

Farewell, fair cruelty. Votes: 0

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave. Votes: 0

Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me. Votes: 0

Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out! Adieu my lord, I have a speech of fire that fane would blaze, But that this folly doubts it. Votes: 0

Tis gold Which buys admittance--oft it doth--yea, and makes Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up This deer to th' stand o' th' stealer: and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief, Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man. Votes: 0

Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Votes: 0

And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Votes: 0

But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Votes: 0

The golden age is before us, not behind us. Votes: 0

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air. Votes: 0

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination. Votes: 0

Give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have. Votes: 0

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. Votes: 0

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Votes: 0

I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety. Votes: 0

Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale. Votes: 0

When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. Votes: 0

Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions Votes: 0

A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant. Votes: 0

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon as done. Votes: 0

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point. Votes: 0

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him. Votes: 0

Men in rage strike those that wish them best. Votes: 0

Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, 'Ah, ha! are caught!' Votes: 0

Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon. Votes: 0

She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men dote How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, And still the choir of echoes answer so. Votes: 0

How strange or odd some'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on. Votes: 0

We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you would walk in absence of the sun. Votes: 0

O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that do choke their service up Even with the having. . . . Votes: 0

Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you. Votes: 0

Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Votes: 0

There is none but he Whose being I do fear; and under him My genius is rebuked, as it is said Mark Antony's was by Caesar. Votes: 0

CLEOPATRA: If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY: There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA: I'll set a bourne how far to be belov'd. ANTONY: Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. Votes: 0

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. Votes: 0

The apparel oft proclaims the man. Votes: 0

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. Votes: 0

Every true man's apparel fits your thief. Votes: 0

Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft proclaims the man. Votes: 0

Speak, what trade art thou? Why, sir, a carpenter. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What does thou with thy best apparel on? Votes: 0

I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Votes: 0

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. Votes: 0

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both! Votes: 0

Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all. Votes: 0

The sense of death is most in apprehension. Votes: 0

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything. Votes: 0

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh! Votes: 0

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I Votes: 0

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Votes: 0

Our jovial star reigned at his birth. Votes: 0

Macbeth to Witches: What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on 't? Votes: 0

For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night. Votes: 0

The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease. Votes: 0

My soul is in the sky. Votes: 0

Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, But they shall find awaked in such a kind Both strength of limb and policy of mind, Ability in means, and choice of friends, To quit me of them throughly. Votes: 0

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once. Votes: 0

Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. Votes: 0

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Votes: 0

I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear. Votes: 0

Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine. Votes: 0

Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth. Votes: 0

Bait the hook well. This fish will bite. Votes: 0

I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably. Votes: 0

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers. Votes: 0

Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But 'banished' to kill me--'banished'? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howling attends it! How hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend professed, To mangle me with that word 'banished'? Votes: 0

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here. Votes: 0

I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face. Votes: 0

Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks. Votes: 0

She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell. Votes: 0

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip Votes: 0

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water. Votes: 0

I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark. Votes: 0

Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone. Votes: 0

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. Votes: 0

I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him, and will answer well The death I gave him. So again good night. I must be cruel only to be kind. Thus bad begins and worse remains behind. Votes: 0

Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. Votes: 0

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise. Votes: 0

When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation. Votes: 0

Beauty within itself should not be wasted. Votes: 0

Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time. Votes: 0

I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit. Votes: 0

Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost. Votes: 0

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. Votes: 0

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired. Votes: 0

This above all; to thine own self be true. Votes: 0

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that. Votes: 0

A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth. Votes: 0

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Votes: 0

Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado) Votes: 0

Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing) Votes: 0

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing) Votes: 0

The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars. Votes: 0

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem. Votes: 0

The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality. Votes: 0

Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find. Votes: 0

The best is yet to come. Votes: 0

We have seen better days. Votes: 0

His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse... Votes: 0

We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror. Votes: 0

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart. Votes: 0

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. Votes: 0

I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Votes: 0

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. Votes: 0

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark Votes: 0

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest. Votes: 0

Blood will have blood. Votes: 0

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth Votes: 0

A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers. Votes: 0

Set we forward; let A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together. So through Lud's town march, And in the temple of the great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify, seal it with feasts. Set on there! Never was a war did cease, Ere bloody hands were washed, with such a peace. Votes: 0

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. Votes: 0

If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Votes: 0

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. Votes: 0

By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm. Votes: 0

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones. Votes: 0

I was born free as Caesar; so were you Votes: 0

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. Votes: 0

Neither a borrower nor a lender be. Votes: 0

For now I stand as one upon a rock environed with a wilderness of sea, who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, expecting ever when some envious surge will in his brinish bowels swallow him. Votes: 0

Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass. Votes: 0

O braggart vile and damned furious wight! Votes: 0

Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling. Votes: 0

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water. Votes: 0

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But bad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? Votes: 0

O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't! Votes: 0

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. Votes: 0

Brevity is the soul of wit. Votes: 0

[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. Votes: 0

My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. Votes: 0

We must be brief when traitors brave the field. Votes: 0

What, shall one of us, That struck for the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers--shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honors For so much trash as may be grasped thus? Votes: 0

Nay, we must think men are not gods, Nor of them look for such observancy As fits the bridal. Votes: 0

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. Votes: 0

But I will be, A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed. Votes: 0

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms. Votes: 0

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Votes: 0

The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night. Votes: 0

Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend. Votes: 0

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so. Votes: 0

Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings. Votes: 0

For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men. Votes: 0

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. Votes: 0

Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men. Votes: 0

Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!) Votes: 0

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble! Votes: 0

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet Votes: 0

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud. All men make faults. Votes: 0

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May. Votes: 0

Bulldogs are adorable, with faces like toads that have been sat on. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew... Votes: 0

It is a sin to be a mocker. Votes: 0

Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops. Votes: 0

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick. Votes: 0

The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover, Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs, Losing both beauty and utility. Votes: 0

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Votes: 0

Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban Votes: 0

No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back- wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue? Votes: 0

If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Votes: 0

Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon. Votes: 0

Religious canons, civil laws, are cruel; then what should war be? Votes: 0

This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire. Votes: 0

Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects treachery? Votes: 0

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused. Votes: 0

We that are true lovers run into strange capers. Votes: 0

We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. Votes: 0

Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. Votes: 0

He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May. Votes: 0

So every bondman in his own hand bears The power to cancel his captivity. Votes: 0

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice? Votes: 0

Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th' season Are our carnations and streaked gillyvors, Which some call nature's bastards. Votes: 0

Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth, And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlasses and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out. Votes: 0

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm. Votes: 0

Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. Votes: 0

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made. Votes: 0

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind Votes: 0

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me? Votes: 0

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things. Votes: 0

Do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation. Votes: 0

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of a king, keeps Death his court... and with a little pin bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! Votes: 0

The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away. Votes: 0

Every why hath a wherefore. Votes: 0

For what is wedlock forced but a hell, An age of discord and continual strife? Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss, And is a pattern of celestial peace. Votes: 0

Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Votes: 0

The chameleon Love can feed on the air Votes: 0

One man in his time plays many parts. Votes: 0

Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself, when waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, and blind oblivion swallowed cities up, and mighty states characterless are grated to dusty nothing, yet let memory, from false to false, among false maids in love, upbraid my falsehood! Votes: 0

I bear a charmed life. Votes: 0

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. Votes: 0

Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man. Votes: 0

As chaste as unsunned snow. Votes: 0

Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste. Votes: 0

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. Votes: 0

Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. Votes: 0

Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness. Votes: 0

Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity? Votes: 0

How many cowards whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who inward searched, have livers white as milk! Votes: 0

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. Votes: 0

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor. Votes: 0

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. Votes: 0

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! Votes: 0

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind. Votes: 0

Because I cannot flatter and look fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I must be held a rancorous enemy. Votes: 0

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Votes: 0

Silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. Votes: 0

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. Votes: 0

Love is a spirit all compact of fire. Votes: 0

Do not spread the compost on the weeds. Votes: 0

Confess yourself to heaven, Repent what's past, avoid what is to come, And do not spread the compost on the weeds To make them ranker. Votes: 0

There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. Votes: 0

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance: they are but beggars who can count their worth. Votes: 0

Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest. Votes: 0

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. Votes: 0

Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures. Votes: 0

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence Votes: 0

O constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but a woman's might. Votes: 0

If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; For such as I am all true lovers are, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else Save in the constant image of the creature That is beloved. Votes: 0

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Votes: 0

All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of--boils and plagues Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd Further than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile! Votes: 0

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. Votes: 0

Contention, like a horse, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him. Votes: 0

Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace. Votes: 0

An overflow of good converts to bad. Votes: 0

Would the cook were o' my mind! Votes: 0

Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. Votes: 0

Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing: That she beloved knows naught, that knows not this-- Men prize the thing ungained more than it is. Votes: 0

I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world Votes: 0

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness. Votes: 0

When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness. Votes: 0

By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if me my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive. Votes: 0

A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram? Votes: 0

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em. Votes: 0

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day Votes: 0

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose. Votes: 0

For I am nothing if not critical. Votes: 0

Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels ... Votes: 0

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites. Votes: 0

When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo; O, word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear. Votes: 0

The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make. Votes: 0

Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad. Votes: 0

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor mortals mad! Votes: 0

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste. Votes: 0

This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents. Votes: 0

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound. Votes: 0

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures. Votes: 0

The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action. Votes: 0

We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures. Votes: 0

Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses. Votes: 0

It is a wise father that knows his own child. Votes: 0

Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty. Votes: 0

Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Votes: 0

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Votes: 0

I will speak daggers to her, but use none. Votes: 0

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Votes: 0

Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth. Votes: 0

Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits. Votes: 0

Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance. Votes: 0

Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire. Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow Of bragging horror. So shall inferior eyes, That borrow their behaviors from the great, Grow great by your example and put on The dauntless spirit of resolution. Votes: 0

Put on The dauntless spirit of resolution. Votes: 0

Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up, Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear. Votes: 0

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Votes: 0

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green. Votes: 0

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. Votes: 0

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead. Votes: 0

Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge. Votes: 0

It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim. Votes: 0

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake. Votes: 0

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come... Votes: 0

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. Votes: 0

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. Votes: 0

Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen can passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. Votes: 0

There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased, The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Votes: 0

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever Votes: 0

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Votes: 0

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?... Votes: 0

Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum. Votes: 0

If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt. Votes: 0

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree. Votes: 0

As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth. Votes: 0

Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways? Votes: 0

Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will, On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just. Votes: 0

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Votes: 0

There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. Votes: 0

Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain. Votes: 0

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving. Votes: 0

My desolation does begin to make A better life. Votes: 0

Desperate times breed desperate measures Votes: 0

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves. Votes: 0

Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. Votes: 0

When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray! Votes: 0

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death. Votes: 0

God grant us patience! Votes: 0

A tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do. Votes: 0

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. Votes: 0

That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence. Votes: 0

Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith. Votes: 0

Now is the winter of our discontent. Votes: 0

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. Votes: 0

Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth. Votes: 0

Covering discretion with a coat of folly. Votes: 0

Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action. Votes: 0

Discretion is the better part of valor. Votes: 0

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. Votes: 0

Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop, Not to outsport discretion. Votes: 0

Nothing teems But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs, Losing both beauty and utility. Votes: 0

He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn. Votes: 0

Talkers are no good doers. Votes: 0

When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress. Votes: 0

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell. Votes: 0

I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music. Votes: 0

Don't trust the person who has broken faith once. Votes: 0

What's the news? None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest, Then is doomsday near. Votes: 0

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. Votes: 0

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. Votes: 0

Let him smell his way to Dover! Votes: 0

Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in Nature, making them lightest that wear most of it: so are those crisped snaky golden locks which make such wanton gambols with the wind upon supposed fairness, often known to be the dowry of a second head, the skull that bred them in the sepulchre. Votes: 0

Come not between the dragon and his wrath. Votes: 0

A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross. Votes: 0

Men that hazard all Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross. Votes: 0

Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used. Votes: 0

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii) Votes: 0

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses. Votes: 0

I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge of others. Votes: 0

Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency. Votes: 0

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Votes: 0

The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon. Votes: 0

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise. Votes: 0

Educated men are so impressive. Votes: 0

Lord, what fools these mortals be! Votes: 0

The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. Votes: 0

Hell is empty and all the devils are here. Votes: 0

An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation. Votes: 0

We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. Votes: 0

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. Votes: 0

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . . Votes: 0

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Votes: 0

If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue. Votes: 0

Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions. Votes: 0

His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN! Votes: 0

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer. Votes: 0

Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life. Votes: 0

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor Votes: 0

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. Votes: 0

Policy sits above conscience. Votes: 0

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost. Votes: 0

Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain: As, painfully to pore upon a book, To seek the light of truth, which truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look. Votes: 0

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. Votes: 0

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe. Votes: 0

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure. Votes: 0

I doubt not then but innocence shall makeFalse accusation blush, and tyrannyTremble at patience. Votes: 0

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! Votes: 0

A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r Lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff. Votes: 0

Sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Votes: 0

The course of true love never did run smooth. Votes: 0

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. Votes: 0

To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first. Votes: 0

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee! Votes: 0

Full fathom five thy father lies Votes: 0

For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg. Votes: 0

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad Votes: 0

I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now. Votes: 0

You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them. Votes: 0

O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! Votes: 0

Be just, and fear not. Votes: 0

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death. Votes: 0

Death is a fearful thing. Votes: 0

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Votes: 0

Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness? Votes: 0

Never Play With The Feelings Of Others, Because You May Win The Game But The Risk Is That You Will Surely Lose The Person For Life Time Votes: 0

Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee. Votes: 0

My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Votes: 0

Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41) Votes: 0

O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle. Votes: 0

O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable Votes: 0

Though she be but little, she is fierce! Votes: 0

We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo Votes: 0

Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs. Votes: 0

O excellent! I love long life better than figs. Votes: 0

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words. Votes: 0

But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. Votes: 0

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. Votes: 0

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them. Votes: 0

Should the poor be flattered? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning. Votes: 0

Nay, do not think I flatter. For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered? Votes: 0

There is flattery in friendship. Votes: 0

That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. Votes: 0

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list! Votes: 0

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Votes: 0

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Votes: 0

O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain! Votes: 0

Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air. Votes: 0

Love is your master, for he masters you; And he that is so yoked by a fool Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Votes: 0

If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water drops, Stain my man's cheeks. Votes: 0

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Votes: 0

The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show. Votes: 0

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit. Votes: 0

Beware the ides of March. Votes: 0

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Votes: 0

These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport. Votes: 0

Pray you now, forget and forgive. Votes: 0

Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself. Votes: 0

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten. Votes: 0

In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue. Votes: 0

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered. Votes: 0

So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Votes: 0

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which. Votes: 0

I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood". Votes: 0

Frailty, thy name is woman! Votes: 0

Alas, the frailty is to blame, not we For such as we are made of, such we be Votes: 0

Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency. Votes: 0

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless! Votes: 0

A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow. Votes: 0

These violent delights have violent ends. Votes: 0

The third day comes a frost, a killing frost. Votes: 0

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light. Votes: 0

Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak. Votes: 0

Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious Is to be frightened out of fear. Votes: 0

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing. Votes: 0

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Votes: 0

I understand a fury in your words But not your words. Votes: 0

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion. Votes: 0

Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath. Votes: 0

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear. Votes: 0

The devil is a gentleman. Votes: 0

Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man Votes: 0

Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness. Votes: 0

Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell! Votes: 0

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round. Votes: 0

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is less'ned by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish. Votes: 0

I am giddy, expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense. Votes: 0

I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched in so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole their whole sex withal. Votes: 0

He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts. Votes: 0

All that glitters is not gold. Votes: 0

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Votes: 0

Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy... Votes: 0

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. Votes: 0

To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none. Votes: 0

Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. Votes: 0

GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility. Votes: 0

GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . . Votes: 0

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek! Votes: 0

When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport, But creep in crannies when he hides his beams. Votes: 0

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon. Votes: 0

The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction. Votes: 0

A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins. Votes: 0

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! Votes: 0

To you your father should be as a god. Votes: 0

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. Votes: 0

The hideous god of war. Votes: 0

Thou art all the comfort, The Gods will diet me with. Votes: 0

His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise. Votes: 0

One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages. Votes: 0

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends Votes: 0

Now the good gods forbid That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enrolled In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own! Votes: 0

Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee. Votes: 0

Good wine needs no bush. Votes: 0

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people. Votes: 0

At once, good night- Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. Votes: 0

Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, His day's hot task hath ended in the west: The owl, night's herald, shrieks-'tis very late; The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest; And coal-black clouds, that shadow heaven's light, Do summon us to part, and bid good night. Votes: 0

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all. Votes: 0

Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it. Votes: 0

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother. Votes: 0

Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, While night's black agents to their prey do rouse. Votes: 0

I have been long a sleeper; but I trust My absence doth neglect no great design Which by my presence might have been concluded. Votes: 0

Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour-a great patience. Votes: 0

Be not afraid of greatness. Votes: 0

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. Votes: 0

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept All by the name of dogs: the valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The housekeeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in him closed. Votes: 0

Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial. Votes: 0

Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. Votes: 0

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. Votes: 0

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone. Votes: 0

I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence. Votes: 0

These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder. Votes: 0

In the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! Votes: 0

Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self. Votes: 0

Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens yet unset, With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers, Much liker than your painted counterfeit: So should the lines of life that life repair Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen Neither in inward worth nor outward fair Can make you live your self in eyes of men. Votes: 0

Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you. Votes: 0

Love is merely a madness. Votes: 0

Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother. Votes: 0

O, the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare! Votes: 0

So holy and so perfect is my love, And I in such a poverty of grace, That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps. Votes: 0

Have patience, and endure Votes: 0

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw. Votes: 0

Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark. Votes: 0

Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky. Votes: 0

Headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. Votes: 0

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold. Votes: 0

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told. Votes: 0

Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse. Votes: 0

And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound. Votes: 0

Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require. Votes: 0

Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you! Votes: 0

O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked! Votes: 0

A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee. Votes: 0

Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone. Votes: 0

Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness foreruns the good event. Votes: 0

Lay aside life-harming heaviness, And entertain a cheerful disposition. Votes: 0

Myself will straight aboard, and to the state This heavy act with heavy heart relate. Votes: 0

A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue. Votes: 0

And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. Votes: 0

A good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald, a fair face will wither, a full eye will wax hollow. But a good heart...is the sun and moon...for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps its course truly. Henry V, Act V, Scene 2 Votes: 0

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them. Votes: 0

Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur and the pouring dark Fill the wide vessel of the universe... Chorus Henry V Votes: 0

A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers? Votes: 0

it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing. what of that? her eye discourses; i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. Votes: 0

Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you Votes: 0

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame Votes: 0

Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets. Votes: 0

Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent. Votes: 0

Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades Sink in the trial. Votes: 0

Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, And put sullen black incontinent. I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land To wash this blood off from my guilty hand. March sadly after. Grace my mournings here In weeping after this untimely bier. Votes: 0

To be direct and honest is not safe. Votes: 0

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself. Votes: 0

For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom. Votes: 0

What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. Votes: 0

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Votes: 0

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Votes: 0

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings. Votes: 0

A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse! Votes: 0

...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship. Votes: 0

Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them? Votes: 0

I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots as a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want work. Votes: 0

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought Votes: 0

Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. Votes: 0

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. Votes: 0

. . . yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: Votes: 0

Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection, Figures pedantical--these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation. Votes: 0

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly. Votes: 0

So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him, live no life Votes: 0

My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite. Votes: 0

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty Votes: 0

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me. Votes: 0

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow. Votes: 0

Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile. Votes: 0

The icy precepts of respect. Votes: 0

The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone. Votes: 0

Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god. Votes: 0

And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do Votes: 0

Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar. Votes: 0

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. Votes: 0

If you love and get hurt, love more. If you love more and hurt more, love even more. If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more... Votes: 0

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. Votes: 0

Inconstancy falls off ere it begins. Votes: 0

... I am At war 'twixt will and will not. Votes: 0

I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage. Votes: 0

A king of infinite space Votes: 0

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities. Votes: 0

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude. Votes: 0

Ingratitude is monstrous. Votes: 0

Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend ... Votes: 0

Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude; of which we being members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members. Votes: 0

He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Votes: 0

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails. Votes: 0

Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows As false as dicers' oaths. Votes: 0

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket picked? Votes: 0

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport. Votes: 0

The insolence of office. Votes: 0

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Votes: 0

Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible. Votes: 0

Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency? Votes: 0

Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings. Votes: 0

The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of. Votes: 0

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention. Votes: 0

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil. Votes: 0

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world, And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, Which scorns a modern invocation. Votes: 0

The prince of darkness is a gentleman! Votes: 0

When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile. Votes: 0

Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung. Votes: 0

You'd be so lean, that blast of January Would blow you through and through. Now, my fair'st friend, I would I had some flowers o' the spring that might Become your time of day. Votes: 0

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Votes: 0

Jesters do oft prove prophets. Votes: 0

How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! Votes: 0

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal. Votes: 0

Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice. Votes: 0

I stand for judgment: answer: shall I have it? Votes: 0

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it. Votes: 0

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. Votes: 0

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. Votes: 0

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Votes: 0

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume Votes: 0

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo Votes: 0

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. Votes: 0

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo Votes: 0

Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not. Votes: 0

Out of her favour, where I am in love. Votes: 0

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Votes: 0

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond... Votes: 0

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead. Votes: 0

The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try. Votes: 0

No metal can--no, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness of thy sharp envy. Votes: 0

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart. Votes: 0

Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no treason, man; we say the King Is wise and virtuous, and his noble queen Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous; We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; And that the Queen's kindred are made gentlefolks. Votes: 0

Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death. Votes: 0

I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me. Votes: 0

He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o' th' sere; and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt fort. Votes: 0

Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no. Votes: 0

This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd So many English kings. Votes: 0

O King, believe not this hard-hearted man! Votes: 0

Titus Andronicus, my lord the Emperor Sends thee this word, that, if thou love thy sons, Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus, Or any one of you, chop off your hand And send it to the King: he for the same Will send thee hither both thy sons alive, And that shall be the ransom for their fault. Votes: 0

Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate. Votes: 0

Knavery's plain face is never seen till used. Votes: 0

Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity. Votes: 0

I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours. Votes: 0

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul. Votes: 0

Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest. Votes: 0

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet. Votes: 0

To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars. Votes: 0

What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful? Votes: 0

The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And Nature must obey necessity. Votes: 0

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping. Votes: 0

That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld jump the life to come. Votes: 0

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst. Votes: 0

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. Votes: 0

Summer's lease hath all too short a date. Votes: 0

Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. Votes: 0

It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off. Votes: 0

Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion. Votes: 0

No legacy is so rich as honesty. Votes: 0

The leopard does not change his spots. Votes: 0

Lions make leopards tame. Votes: 0

Sometimes, less is more. Votes: 0

Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! Votes: 0

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read. Votes: 0

A light heart lives long. Votes: 0

In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life. Votes: 0

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. Votes: 0

Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. Votes: 0

Like the lily That once was mistress of the field and flourished, I'll hang my head and perish. Votes: 0

Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads. Votes: 0

Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Votes: 0

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Votes: 0

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Votes: 0

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns. Votes: 0

Love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. *Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.* Votes: 0

Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it. Votes: 0

in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd And left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King of France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed. Votes: 0

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time. Votes: 0

No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love. Votes: 0

love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit Votes: 0

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind. Votes: 0

But love is blind and lovers cannot see Votes: 0

He says, he loves my daughter; I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water, as he'll stand and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think, there is not half a kiss to choose, Who loves another best. Votes: 0

Love thyself last, cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Votes: 0

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better. Votes: 0

But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend. Votes: 0

The king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temp'rance, stableness, Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them, but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting in many ways. Votes: 0

O how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, that sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, more pangs and fears than wars or women have, and when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, never to hope again. Votes: 0

Foul fiend of France and hag of all despite, Encompassed with thy lustful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age And twit with cowardice a man half dead? Votes: 0

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Votes: 0

In maiden meditation, fancy free. Votes: 0

Thou art the Mars of malcontents. Votes: 0

You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge! Votes: 0

Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. Votes: 0

Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age. Votes: 0

Shakespeare scholars just sigh and consign the book to the great pantheon of revelations .. I am accustomed to fanatics who get a funny look in the eye when they come to speak to me how about the Earl of Oxford or Marlowe really wrote the plays. She spoke rationally, and it's an intelligently readable book, but it floats way above the facts, as I told her. Votes: 0

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no. Votes: 0

Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun) Votes: 0

Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? What masque, what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time if not with some delight? Votes: 0

Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours Between our after-supper and bedtime? Votes: 0

That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage. Votes: 0

Ten masts make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell. Thy life's a miracle. Votes: 0

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep. Votes: 0

O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Put on for villainy, not born where't grows, But worn a bait for ladies. Votes: 0

No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity. Votes: 0

There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December. Votes: 0

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too. Votes: 0

Journeys end in lovers meeting. Votes: 0

But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness. Votes: 0

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Votes: 0

My salad days, When I was green in judgment. Votes: 0

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. Votes: 0

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further. Votes: 0

Happy are those who hear their detractions and can put them to mending. Votes: 0

Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes Votes: 0

The quality of mercy is not strained Votes: 0

What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care. Votes: 0

Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him. Votes: 0

Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first: anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Can advise me like you: be to yourself As you would to your friend. Votes: 0

Well could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed. Votes: 0

As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer. Votes: 0

All furnished, all in arms; All plum'd like estridges that with the wind Bated like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats like images; As full of spirit as the month of May And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls. Votes: 0

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream Votes: 0

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities. Votes: 0

Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose thy light. Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die. Votes: 0

We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously. Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream. Spoken by Bottom, Act I Sc. 2 Votes: 0

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go. Votes: 0

What can be avoided Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods? Votes: 0

Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through ordeal. Votes: 0

Retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave. Votes: 0

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods. Votes: 0

Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon Votes: 0

Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'? Votes: 0

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. Votes: 0

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. Votes: 0

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. Votes: 0

Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure. Votes: 0

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. Votes: 0

Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. Votes: 0

I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise. Votes: 0

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Votes: 0

This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory. Votes: 0

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. Votes: 0

O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men! Votes: 0

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt. Votes: 0

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope. Votes: 0

Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary And pitch our evils there? Votes: 0

And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. Votes: 0

Music, moody food Of us that trade in love. Votes: 0

Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes. Votes: 0

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony Votes: 0

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania Votes: 0

Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moonshine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office and your quality. Votes: 0

Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee. Votes: 0

No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell. Votes: 0

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Votes: 0

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Votes: 0

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. Votes: 0

What say you to a piece of beef and mustard? Votes: 0

Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles. Votes: 0

Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it. Votes: 0

We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother. Votes: 0

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother Votes: 0

What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours. Votes: 0

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. Votes: 0

A ministering angel shall my sister be. Votes: 0

Merciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man, Dressed in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured His glassy essence--like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, would all themselves laugh mortal. Votes: 0

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. Votes: 0

What e'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time. Votes: 0

We were not born to sue, but to command. Votes: 0

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red. Votes: 0

Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety. Votes: 0

Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. Votes: 0

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign: Votes: 0

Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night. Votes: 0

I am now of all humors that have showed themselves humors since the old days of goodman Adam to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight. Votes: 0

The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many thing by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection! Votes: 0

Nimble thought can jump both sea and land. Votes: 0

Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Votes: 0

Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Votes: 0

A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain,... makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes. Votes: 0

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Votes: 0

I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. Votes: 0

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before he transgressed. Votes: 0

If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star! Votes: 0

If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy. Votes: 0

Plain and not honest is too harsh a style. Votes: 0

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame! Votes: 0

I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both. Votes: 0

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him. Votes: 0

It is great sin to swear unto a sin, But greater sin to keep a sinful oath. Votes: 0

His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it. Votes: 0

I hourly learn a doctrine of obedience. Votes: 0

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty. Votes: 0

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up. Votes: 0

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. Votes: 0

Good luck lies in odd numbers. Votes: 0

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven Votes: 0

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. Votes: 0

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul. Votes: 0

Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offense? Votes: 0

Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice To change true rules for odd inventions. Votes: 0

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out. Votes: 0

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4) Votes: 0

Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know, Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees? Votes: 0

Olivia: What's a drunken man like, fool? Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. Votes: 0

Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance? Votes: 0

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum. Votes: 0

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears. Votes: 0

Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing. Votes: 0

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love. Votes: 0

Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Votes: 0

You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances. Votes: 0

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth Votes: 0

There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; And do a willful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dressed in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity profound conceit; As who should say, I am sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! Votes: 0

Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking--God warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss. Votes: 0

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings. Votes: 0

I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? Votes: 0

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Votes: 0

JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened. Votes: 0

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours. Votes: 0

When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors. Votes: 0

All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral-- Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse; And all things change them to the contrary. Votes: 0

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster; but I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster of me he shall never make me such a fool. Votes: 0

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster Votes: 0

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun. Votes: 0

Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. Votes: 0

An angel; or, if not, An earthly paragon. Votes: 0

Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. Votes: 0

I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. Votes: 0

Parting is such sweet sorrow Votes: 0

Patch up thine old body for heaven. Votes: 0

The patient must minister to himself Votes: 0

Do not be like the cat who wanted a fish but was afraid to get his paws wet. Votes: 0

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if. Votes: 0

Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world. Votes: 0

Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs; Votes: 0

Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. Votes: 0

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. Votes: 0

He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him. Votes: 0

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty!, guilty! Votes: 0

I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . . Votes: 0

Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage. Votes: 0

Soft pity enters an iron gate. Votes: 0

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain Votes: 0

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? Votes: 0

POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words. Votes: 0

Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby. Votes: 0

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. Votes: 0

ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing - GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord? HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after! Votes: 0

He receives comfort like cold porridge. Votes: 0

Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek. Votes: 0

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal. Votes: 0

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do. Votes: 0

Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music. Votes: 0

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast. Votes: 0

We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy. Votes: 0

All things are ready, if our mind be so. Votes: 0

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit. Votes: 0

But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men. Votes: 0

To bed, to bed; sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As infants empty of all thought. Votes: 0

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. Votes: 0

Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day. Votes: 0

Were't not for laughing, I should pity him. Votes: 0

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; Votes: 0

though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king of courtesy Votes: 0

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul. Votes: 0

Why, who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea till the weary very means do ebb? Votes: 0

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Votes: 0

What is past is prologue. Votes: 0

And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge. Votes: 0

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion Votes: 0

The past is prologue. Votes: 0

Prosperity's the very bond of love. Votes: 0

The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Votes: 0

Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Votes: 0

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow. Votes: 0

Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging think amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams. Votes: 0

Put money in thy purse. Votes: 0

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Votes: 0

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain. Votes: 0

QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming. Votes: 0

Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste. Votes: 0

The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible. Votes: 0

The readiness is all. Votes: 0

I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself? Votes: 0

Truth is truth to the end of reckoning. Votes: 0

When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical. Votes: 0

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. Votes: 0

Things past redress are now with me past care Votes: 0

Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms. Votes: 0

Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us? Votes: 0

How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead! Votes: 0

To weep is to make less the depth of grief. Votes: 0

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear Votes: 0

Remembrance of things past. Votes: 0

Abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate. Votes: 0

Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings Votes: 0

All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown. Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. Votes: 0

Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys; renown, and grace is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. Votes: 0

Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. Votes: 0

Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror Votes: 0

The thing of courage As rous'd with rage doth sympathise, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Retorts to chiding fortune. Votes: 0

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. Votes: 0

Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, So am I driven by breath of her renown Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Where I may have fruition of her love. Votes: 0

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me. Votes: 0

I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged. Votes: 0

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose. For whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed. Votes: 0

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. Votes: 0

There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you. Votes: 0

There's small choice in rotten apples. Votes: 0

There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples. Votes: 0

Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Votes: 0

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. Votes: 0

This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. Votes: 0

Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush. Votes: 0

Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it. Votes: 0

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared. Votes: 0

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. Votes: 0

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. Votes: 0

Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye. Votes: 0

You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs still am I king of those Votes: 0

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again Votes: 0

Everything that gristles is not gold Votes: 0

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill Votes: 0

It is a wise father that knows his own child Votes: 0

He is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such a she; and she is a fair divided excellence, whose fullness of perfection lies in him Votes: 0

He makes a swan-like end, fading in music Votes: 0

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner. Votes: 0

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment Votes: 0

God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity -- the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty? Votes: 0

Brevity is the soul of wit Votes: 0

Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts Votes: 0

Boldness be my friend Votes: 0

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn Votes: 0

I dote on his very absence Votes: 0

Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon! Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd. Votes: 0

First Senator Worthy Timon,--TIMON Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. Votes: 0

TIMON A fool of thee: depart.APEMANTUS I love thee better now than e'er I did.TIMON I hate thee worse. Votes: 0

Grief fills the room up of my absent child,Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words,Remembers me of his gracious parts,Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form Votes: 0

So may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament.In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,Obscures the show of evil? In religion,What damned error, but some sober browWill bless it and approve it with a text,Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?There is no vice so simple but assumesSome mark of virtue on his outward parts. Votes: 0

He reads much;He is a great observer and he looksQuite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sortAs if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spiritThat could be moved to smile at any thing.Such men as he be never at heart's easeWhiles they behold a greater than themselves,And therefore are they very dangerous. Votes: 0

Aku seorang pekerja sejati,Aku makan dari hasil kerjaku,Membeli pakaian dengan uang sendiri,Aku tidak membenci orang lain,Tidak iri pada kebahagiaan orang lain,dan senang menyaksikan kesejahteraan orang lain. Votes: 0

A thousand times good night. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Votes: 0

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,Good Kate; I am a gentleman. Votes: 0

Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won Votes: 0

Lovers and madmen have such seething brainsSuch shaping fantasies, that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends. Votes: 0

All the world's a stage. Votes: 0

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul. Votes: 0

I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Votes: 0

So, good night unto you all.Give me your hands, if we be friends,and Robin shall restore amends. Votes: 0

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty face from day to day. Votes: 0

The valiant never taste of death but once. Votes: 0

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. Votes: 0

...Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known? Votes: 0

Macbeth:If we should fail?Lady Macbeth:We fail?But screw your courage to the sticking place,And we'll not fail. Votes: 0

Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance. Votes: 0

What a fool honesty is. Votes: 0

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? Votes: 0

To be honest, as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.Hamlet Act II, Scene II Lines 178-179 Votes: 0

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.- Lucullus (Act III, scene 1) Votes: 0

Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them. Votes: 0

Ay,sir;to be honest,as this world goes,is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. Votes: 0

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing. Votes: 0

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death.- Macbeth Act V, Scene V Votes: 0

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel?*Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?* Votes: 0

What are you doing sister? / Killing swine. Votes: 0

All dark and comfortless. Votes: 0

O that a man might knowThe end of this day's business ere it come!But it sufficeth that the day will endAnd then the end is known. Votes: 0

What we are is not all that we may become. Votes: 0

Men's vows are women's traitors! Votes: 0

We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels. Votes: 0

Good wombs have borne bad sons."-- (Miranda, I:2) Votes: 0

The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company. Votes: 0

GON. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!ANT. The ground indeed is tawny.SEB. With an eye of green in 't.ANT. He misses not much.SEB. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Votes: 0

To be, or not to be, that is the question. Votes: 0

'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems. Votes: 0

All places that the eye of heaven visits are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; there is no virtue like necessity. Votes: 0

Give thy thoughts no tongue. Votes: 0

God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another. Votes: 0

We are oft to blame in this, -'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage,and pios action we do sugar o'erthe devil himself. Votes: 0

Mislike me not for my complexion,The shadowed livery of the burnished sun,To whom I am a neighbor and near bred.Bring me the fairest creature northward born,Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,And let us make incision for your loveTo prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine. Votes: 0

I am not bound to please thee with my answer. Votes: 0

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Votes: 0

Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes. Votes: 0

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love! Votes: 0

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! Votes: 0

Out, you tallow-face! You baggage! Votes: 0

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play thefool no where but in's own house. Votes: 0

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him. Votes: 0

Where is Polonius?- In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself. Votes: 0

Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear,Thou lily-livered boy. Votes: 0

CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend?CLOWN: No, I hear not your honest friend, I hear you.CASSIO: Prithee, keep up thy quillets. Votes: 0

Get you gone, you dwarf,You minimus of hindering knotgrass made,You bead, you acorn! Votes: 0

How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee? Votes: 0

O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Votes: 0

Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter. Votes: 0

But virtue, as it never will be moved,Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,So lust, though to a radiant angel linked,Will sate itself in a celestial bedAnd prey on garbage. Votes: 0

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. Votes: 0

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone. Votes: 0

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving, Votes: 0

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtue we write in water. Votes: 0

Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove. Votes: 0

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,By self-example mayst thou be denied. Votes: 0

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Votes: 0

Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes. Votes: 0

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Votes: 0

thus with a kiss I die Votes: 0

Ay me! For aught that I could every read,Could ever hear by tale or history,The course of true love never did run smooth, But either it was different in blood- Votes: 0

The course of true love never did run smooth said by lysander Votes: 0

O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been. Votes: 0

Out, damned spot! out, I say! Votes: 0

My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. Votes: 0

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. Votes: 0

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. Votes: 0

Mum, mum,He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,Weary of all, shall want some. Votes: 0

There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it.What our contempts doth often hurl from us,We wish it ours again. The present pleasure,By revolution lowering, does becomeThe opposite of itself. She's good, being gone.The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on. Votes: 0

Thou art a votary to fond desire Votes: 0

Totus mundus agit histrionem. (All the World's a Stage.)"[Motto of William Shakespeare's Globe Theatre (f. 1599) and its acting company, The King's Men; taken from the first play to be performed on the new stage.] Votes: 0

The art of our necessities is strangeThat can make vile things precious. Votes: 0

To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus... Votes: 0

My only love sprung from my only hate. Votes: 0

Love me or hate me, both are in my favour. If you love me, I'll always be in your heart... If you hate me, I'll always be in your mind. Votes: 0

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I'll always be in your heart. If you hate me, I'll always be in your mind. Votes: 0

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldLike a Colossus; and we petty menWalk under his huge legs, and peep aboutTo find ourselves dishonourable graves. Votes: 0

Our reasons are not prophets When oft our fancies are. Votes: 0

We know what we are, but not what we may be. Votes: 0

He that commends me to mine own contentCommends me to the thing I cannot get.I to the world am like a drop of waterThat in the ocean seeks another drop,Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:So I, to find a mother and a brother,In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself. Votes: 0

Be as thou wast wont to be. Votes: 0

Be as thou wast wont to be.See as thou wast wont to see. Votes: 0

Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow. Votes: 0

O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224) Votes: 0

Educated men are so impressive! Votes: 0

For she had eyes and chose me. Votes: 0

Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is soordinary that the whippers are in love too. Votes: 0

Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove.O no, it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wand'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken."(Sonnet 116) Votes: 0

More of your conversation would infect my brain. Votes: 0

Modest doubt is call'd the beacon of the wise. Votes: 0

Come, sir, come,I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love.Look, here I have you, thus I let you go,And give you to the gods. Votes: 0

At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies. Votes: 0

The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;Their over-greedy love has surfeited.An habitation giddy and unsureHath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Votes: 0

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. Votes: 0

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange? Votes: 0

If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down. Votes: 0

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven. Votes: 0

He that hath the steerage of my course,Direct my sail. Votes: 0

Against an oath; the truth thou art unsure. Votes: 0

I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up so early. Votes: 0

They are but beggars that can count their worth. Votes: 0

The Devil hath powerTo assume a pleasing shape. Votes: 0

Sweets to the sweet. Votes: 0

Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Votes: 0

Under loves heavy burden do I sink.--Romeo Votes: 0

They do not love that do not show their love. Votes: 0

Our nearness to the king in love is nearness to those who love not the king. Votes: 0

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change. Votes: 0

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ... Votes: 0

What's done cannot be undone. Votes: 0

It is not enough to speak but to speak truth Votes: 0

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1) Votes: 0

O, hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O youThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing death! Votes: 0

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Votes: 0

This above all: to thine own self be true. Votes: 0

Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not. Votes: 0

I cannot live to hear the news from England.But I do prophesy th' election lightsOn Fortinbras; he has my dying voice.So tell him, with th' occurents, more and less,Which have solicited - the rest is silence. Votes: 0

That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus) Votes: 0

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. Votes: 0

The truth you speak doth lack some gentlenessAnd time to speak it in. You rub the soreWhen you should bring the plaster. Votes: 0

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays. Votes: 0

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? Votes: 0

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. Votes: 0

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. Votes: 0

So wise so young, they say, do never live long. Votes: 0

Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all. Votes: 0

Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. Votes: 0

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear. Votes: 0

There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things. Votes: 0

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it. Votes: 0

Under the greenwood tree,Who loves to lie with meAnd tune his merry note,Unto the sweet bird's throat;Come hither, come hither, come hither.Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather. Votes: 0

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again. Votes: 0

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music. Votes: 0

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once. Votes: 0

Music oft hath such a charm To make bad good, and good provoke to harm. Votes: 0

Preposterous ass, that never read so farTo know the cause why music was ordain'd!Was it not to refresh the mind of manAfter his studies or his usual pain?(The Taming of the Shrew, 3.1.10-13), Lucentio Votes: 0

For trust not him that hath once broken faith Votes: 0

Out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow...a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Votes: 0

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick,Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my furyDo I take part. Votes: 0

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain. Votes: 0

He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both. Votes: 0

She will outstrip all praise and make it halt behind her. Votes: 0

You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me as the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. Votes: 0

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. Votes: 0

How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste. Votes: 0

This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh! Votes: 0

Some say that ever 'gainst the season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor wi Votes: 0

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves. Votes: 0

Greatest scandal waits on greatest state. Votes: 0

The mightier man, the mightier is the thing That makes him honored or begets him hate; For greatest scandal waits on greatest state. Votes: 0

Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes. Votes: 0

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping? Votes: 0

Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt. Votes: 0

Use every man according to his desert and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity, the less they deserve ... the more merit in your bounty. Votes: 0

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King. Votes: 0

But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to bea sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will. Votes: 0

O, full of scorpions is my mind! Votes: 0

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart. Votes: 0

I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe. Votes: 0

Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence. Votes: 0

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge And make us heirs of all eternity. Votes: 0

Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love. Votes: 0

The seasons change their manners, as the year Had found some months asleep and leapt them over. Votes: 0

The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love. Votes: 0

Two may keep counsel putting one away! Votes: 0

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. Votes: 0

Security is the chief enemy of mortals. Votes: 0

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won. Votes: 0

Let every man be master of his time. Votes: 0

A scar nobly got is a good livery of honor. Votes: 0

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting. Votes: 0

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child! Votes: 0

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. Votes: 0

Every good servant does not all commands. Votes: 0

Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. Votes: 0

It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change. Votes: 0

Some there be that shadows kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss. Votes: 0

the fire seven times tried this; seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss some there be that shadows kiss; such have but a shadows bliss, there be fool alive, i wis silverd o'er, and so was this Take what wife you will to bed I will ever be your head. So be gone; you are sped. Votes: 0

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date . . . Votes: 0

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Votes: 0

Ships are but boards, sailors but men. Votes: 0

O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished! Votes: 0

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end. Votes: 0

Short summers lightly have a forward spring. Votes: 0

the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long. Votes: 0

When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me. Votes: 0

Bassanio: Do all men kill all the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bassanio: Every offence is not a hate at first. Votes: 0

My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. Votes: 0

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss. Votes: 0

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love. Votes: 0

It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician. Votes: 0

It is silliness to live when to live is torment. Votes: 0

Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds musicians, The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strewed, The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more Than a delight measure or a dance; For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light. Votes: 0

I am a man more sinned against than sinning Votes: 0

Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession. Votes: 0

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? Votes: 0

Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard. Votes: 0

O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night. Votes: 0

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo. Votes: 0

Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. Votes: 0

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth. Votes: 0

Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits. Votes: 0

Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir. Votes: 0

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends. Votes: 0

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Votes: 0

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue Votes: 0

Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is like the wand'ring wind, Blows dust in others' eye, to spread itself; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear To stop the air would hurt them. Votes: 0

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'. Votes: 0

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me. Votes: 0

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world. Votes: 0

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Votes: 0

That we would do We should do when we would, for this 'would' changes, And hath abatements and delays as many As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents, And then this 'should' is like a spendthrift sigh, That hurts by easing. Votes: 0

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right! Votes: 0

Take you me for a sponge? Votes: 0

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; Votes: 0

Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought. Votes: 0

It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring. Votes: 0

O gentle son, / Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience. Votes: 0

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players. Votes: 0

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one. Votes: 0

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Votes: 0

Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies; Votes: 0

A pair of star-crossed lovers. Votes: 0

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. Votes: 0

Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather. Votes: 0

Every cloud engenders not a storm. Votes: 0

It is excellent / To have a giant's strenght / But it is tyrannous / To use it like a giant (Isabella) Votes: 0

Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself. Votes: 0

Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. Votes: 0

No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel: My griefs cry louder than advertisement. Votes: 0

Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words Votes: 0

And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their even-Christen. Votes: 0

Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. Votes: 0

Coal-black is better than another hue In that it scorns to bear another hue; For all the water in the ocean Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, Although she lave them hourly in the flood. Votes: 0

I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Votes: 0

A whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha? Votes: 0

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. Votes: 0

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust. Votes: 0

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Votes: 0

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end Votes: 0

Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn Votes: 0

We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running. Votes: 0

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say Votes: 0

You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse Votes: 0

Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee. Votes: 0

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. Votes: 0

Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. Votes: 0

Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace. Leave gormandizing. Votes: 0

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find. Votes: 0

To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons. Votes: 0

If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! Votes: 0

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies. Votes: 0

Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall. Votes: 0

Love is a wonderful, terrible thing Votes: 0

I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks. Votes: 0

O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness! Votes: 0

For this relief, much thanks Votes: 0

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! Votes: 0

In limited professions there's boundless theft. Votes: 0

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. Votes: 0

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Votes: 0

I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. Votes: 0

When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. Votes: 0

The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down. Votes: 0

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just ... Votes: 0

To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder, In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning. Votes: 0

There is a tide in the affairs of men Votes: 0

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of. Votes: 0

Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. Votes: 0

Pastime passing excellent, if it he husbanded with modesty. Votes: 0

There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave Votes: 0

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head. Votes: 0

The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo; And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony. Votes: 0

Art made tongue-tied by authority. Votes: 0

Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity In least speak most, to my capacity. Votes: 0

Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain... Votes: 0

O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame. Votes: 0

Haply a woman's voice may do some good When articles too nicely urged be stood on. Votes: 0

There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently Votes: 0

For there was never yet philosoper That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods, And made a push at chance and sufferance. Votes: 0

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Votes: 0

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo - Votes: 0

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe Votes: 0

Men's vows are women's traitors Votes: 0

Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars That make ambition virtue. Votes: 0

Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world. Votes: 0

To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master And cried, 'All hail!' when as he meant all harm. Votes: 0

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light Votes: 0

Know my name is lost, By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit; Yet am I noble as the adversary I come to cope. Votes: 0

Supposition all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; For treason is but trusted like the fox, Who, ne'er so tame, so cherished and locked up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors. Votes: 0

Treason and murder ever kept together, As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose, Working so grossly in a natural cause That admiration did not whoop at them; But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in Wonder to wait on treason and on murder; And whatsoever cunning fiend it was That wrought upon thee so preposterously Hath got the voice in hell for excellence. Votes: 0

To take arms against a sea of troubles. Votes: 0

What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river. Votes: 0

Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave. Votes: 0

The good I stand on is my truth and honesty. Votes: 0

Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news. Votes: 0

Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience. Votes: 0

While we lie tumbling in the hay. Votes: 0

The gates of monarchs Are arched so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on without Good morrow to the sun. Votes: 0

Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth. Votes: 0

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another. Votes: 0

Love from one side hurts, but love from two sides heals. Votes: 0

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss. Votes: 0

How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown! Votes: 0

Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one. Votes: 0

Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing. Votes: 0

What's done can't be undone. Votes: 0

How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms! Votes: 0

Now I will believe that there are unicorns... Votes: 0

If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers Votes: 0

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Votes: 0

In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind. Votes: 0

Drink down all unkindness. Votes: 0

And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love. Votes: 0

Give me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all unkindness. Votes: 0

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Votes: 0

We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Votes: 0

Make use of time, let not advantage slip. Votes: 0

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds. Votes: 0

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. Votes: 0

What valor were it, when a cur doth grin, for one to thrust his hand between his teeth, when he might spurn him with his foot away? Votes: 0

In a false quarrel there is no true valor. Votes: 0

I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it. Votes: 0

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance. Votes: 0

Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search. Votes: 0

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound. Votes: 0

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet. Votes: 0

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. Votes: 0

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. Votes: 0

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind. Votes: 0

A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame. Votes: 0

And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. Votes: 0

Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villainy! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion, that dost never fight But where her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety. Votes: 0

Who are the violets now That strew the lap of the new-come spring? Votes: 0

Villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption; Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man; Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that sing my heart; Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas. Votes: 0

O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce. Votes: 0

Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true. Votes: 0

It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold. Votes: 0

Our praises are our wages. Votes: 0

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Votes: 0

Let still woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner to be lost and warn, Than women's are. Votes: 0

Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are. Votes: 0

I am wealthy in my friends. Votes: 0

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep. Votes: 0

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping? Votes: 0

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. Votes: 0

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment. Votes: 0

I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting Votes: 0

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her! Votes: 0

Who is it that can tell me who I am? Votes: 0

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor. Votes: 0

Two starving men cannot be twice as hungry as one; but two rascals can be ten times as vicious as one. Votes: 0

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness. Votes: 0

I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill. Votes: 0

What light through yonder window breaks? Votes: 0

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart Votes: 0

However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God. Votes: 0

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Votes: 0

I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again. Votes: 0

You have witchcraft in your lips Votes: 0

There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered. Votes: 0

Look on beauty, And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight, Which therein works a miracle in nature, Making them lightest that wear most of it. Votes: 0

And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow. Votes: 0

These words are razors to my wounded heart. Votes: 0

The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst, 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst! Votes: 0

The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure. Votes: 0

The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure; but modest doubt is called The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To th' bottom of the worst. Votes: 0

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance? Votes: 0

The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. Votes: 0

For the poor wren (The most diminutive of birds) will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. Votes: 0

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight Votes: 0

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. Votes: 0

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our own virtues. Votes: 0

My way of life Is fall'n into the sear and yellow leaf. Votes: 0

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away... Votes: 0

Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves! Votes: 0

I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much How to forget that learning; but, sir, now It did me yeoman's service. Votes: 0

In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke. Votes: 0

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh Votes: 0

I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.(IAGO,ActI,SceneI) Votes: 0

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters. Votes: 0

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't. Votes: 0

The Eyes are the window to your soul Votes: 0

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies. Votes: 0

I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop. Votes: 0

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! Votes: 0

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done! Votes: 0

I was adored once too. Votes: 0

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent. Votes: 0

This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Votes: 0

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know. Votes: 0

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of. Votes: 0

Lawless are they that make their wills their law. Votes: 0

If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor. Votes: 0

My pride fell with my fortunes. Votes: 0

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. Votes: 0

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting. Votes: 0

But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. Votes: 0

What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind. Votes: 0

False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Votes: 0

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue. Votes: 0

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. Votes: 0

Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above. Votes: 0

The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it. Votes: 0

Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear. Votes: 0

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast. Votes: 0

Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after. Votes: 0

There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them. Votes: 0

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself. Votes: 0

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. Votes: 0

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him. Votes: 0

But men are men; the best sometimes forget. Votes: 0

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough. Votes: 0

I say there is no darkness but ignorance. Votes: 0

... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which. Votes: 0

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning. Votes: 0

[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms! Votes: 0

A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood. Votes: 0

A book? O, rare one, Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers. Votes: 0

A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost... Votes: 0

A dream itself is but a shadow. Votes: 0

A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest, A motley fool! a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool Who laid him down and basked him in the sun And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. Votes: 0

a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate. Votes: 0

A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes. Votes: 0

A good man's fortune may grow out at heels. Votes: 0

A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day. Votes: 0

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere. Votes: 0

A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story Votes: 0

A harmless necessary cat. Votes: 0

A heavier task could not have been impos'd, Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable. Votes: 0

A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience! Votes: 0

A lean cheek, - a blue eye, and sunken, - an unquestionable spirit, - a beard neglected:- Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unhanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. Votes: 0

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. Votes: 0

A little more than kin, a little less than kind. Votes: 0

A little water clears us of this deed. Votes: 0

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind! Votes: 0

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2) Votes: 0

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind. Votes: 0

A maiden hath no tongue--but thought. Votes: 0

A man can die but once. Votes: 0

A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine. Votes: 0

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm Votes: 0

A man should be what he seems. Votes: 0

A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them. Votes: 0

A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She's a stubborn little brat.* Votes: 0

A plague on both your houses. Votes: 0

A politician... one that would circumvent God. Votes: 0

A poor thing, perhaps, but my own. Votes: 0

A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! Votes: 0

A rotten case abides no handling. Votes: 0

A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward! Votes: 0

A smile cures the wounding of a frown. Votes: 0

A sympathy in choice. Votes: 0

A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; And pay them at thy leisure, one by one. Votes: 0

A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words. Votes: 0

A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame. Votes: 0

A turn or two I'll walk To still my beating mind. Votes: 0

A very little little let us do And all is done. Votes: 0

A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers. Votes: 0

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more. Votes: 0

a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores. Votes: 0

A woman's fitness comes by fits. Votes: 0

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry. But were we burd'ned with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain: So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee, With urging helpless patience wouldst relieve me; But if thou live to see like right bereft, This fool-begged patience in thee will be left. Votes: 0

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief Votes: 0

Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Let them not live to taste this land's increase That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Now civil wounds are stopped, peace lives again: That she may long live here, God say amen! Votes: 0

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear. Votes: 0

Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated,?which is an excellent thing. Votes: 0

Adversity makes strange bedfellows. Votes: 0

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. Votes: 0

Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward, But then woos best when most his choice is froward. Votes: 0

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire. Votes: 0

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes. Votes: 0

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!. Votes: 0

Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. BENEDICK Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. BEATRICE I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me: if it had been painful, I would not have come. BENEDICK You take pleasure then in the message? BEATRICE Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point ... You have no stomach, signior: fare you well. Exit BENEDICK Ha! 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner;' there's a double meaning in that... (Much Ado About Nothing) Votes: 0

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Votes: 0

Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art." Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool. Votes: 0

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It's sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it's actually very rough when you experience it.* Votes: 0

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will! Votes: 0

All difficulties are easy when they are known. Votes: 0

All gold and silver rather turn to dirt, An 'tis no better reckoned but of these Who worship dirty gods. Votes: 0

All hoods make not monks. Votes: 0

All love's pleasure shall not match its woe. Votes: 0

All of Creation's a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest. Votes: 0

All pride is willing pride. Votes: 0

All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost! Votes: 0

All the world's a stage ... and you better have a zoning variance or it's coming down. Votes: 0

All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. Votes: 0

Allow not nature more than nature needs. Votes: 0

All's well if all ends well. Votes: 0

Ambition, the soldier's virtue. Votes: 0

Ambition's debt is paid. Votes: 0

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told. Votes: 0

An old black ram is tupping your white ewe Votes: 0

And a man's life's no more than to say "One." Votes: 0

And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears. Votes: 0

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Votes: 0

And Caesar shall go forth. Votes: 0

And either victory, or else a grave. Votes: 0

And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed. Votes: 0

And I will make it felony to drink small beer. Votes: 0

And mind, with my heart in't; and now farewell Till half an hour hence. Votes: 0

And nature must obey necessity. Votes: 0

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. Votes: 0

And nothing is, but what is not. Votes: 0

And send him many years of sunshine days! Votes: 0

And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of. Votes: 0

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. Votes: 0

And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe. And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale. Votes: 0

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs. Votes: 0

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see', Quoth he, 'how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot. Votes: 0

And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies. Votes: 0

And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd Votes: 0

And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Votes: 0

And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man! Votes: 0

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born. Votes: 0

And what's he then that says I play the villain? Votes: 0

And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee. Votes: 0

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony. Votes: 0

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury. Votes: 0

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again. Votes: 0

And yet by heaven I think my love as rare / as any that she belie with false compare Sonnett CXXX, ll, 13-14 Votes: 0

And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags." Votes: 0

Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee. Votes: 0

Angels and ministers of grace defend us. Votes: 0

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Votes: 0

Anger's my meat. I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding. Votes: 0

Are you up to your destiny? Votes: 0

Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage? Votes: 0

As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor. Votes: 0

As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown. Votes: 0

As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket. Votes: 0

As good luck would have it. Votes: 0

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28). Votes: 0

As I love the name of honour more than I fear death. Votes: 0

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next. Votes: 0

As love is full of unbefitting strains, All wanton as a child, skipping and vain, Form'd by the eye and therefore, like the eye, Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll To every varied object in his glance Votes: 0

As many arrows, loosed several ways, come to one mark...so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose. Votes: 0

As merry as the day is long. Votes: 0

As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, As sun to day, at turtle to her mate, As iron to adamant, as earth to centre. Votes: 0

As you are old and reverend, you should be wise. Votes: 0

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free. Votes: 0

Assume a virtue if you have it not. Votes: 0

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence; the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature. Votes: 0

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii Votes: 0

At Christmas, I no more desire a rose. Votes: 0

Avaunt, you cullions! Votes: 0

Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood. Votes: 0

Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you! Votes: 0

Away, you mouldy rogue, away! Votes: 0

Ay me! sad hours seem long. Votes: 0

Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat. Votes: 0

Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce! Votes: 0

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin. Votes: 0

Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such, Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough. Votes: 0

Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Ang'ring itself and others. Votes: 0

Barnes are blessings. Votes: 0

Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them. Votes: 0

Be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee. Votes: 0

Be collected. No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart There's no harm done. Votes: 0

Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are! Votes: 0

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again. Votes: 0

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises. Votes: 0

Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator. Votes: 0

Be to yourself as you would to your friend. Votes: 0

Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity. Votes: 0

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye. Votes: 0

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator. Votes: 0

Beauty lives with kindness. Votes: 0

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. Votes: 0

Beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. Votes: 0

Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. Votes: 0

Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest. Evils that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil. Votes: 0

Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched; For death-like dragons here affright thee hard. Votes: 0

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. Votes: 0

Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2] Votes: 0

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short. Votes: 0

Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all, admonishing That we should drew us fairly for our end. Votes: 0

Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak. Votes: 0

Better be with the dead, Whom we to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Votes: 0

Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late. Votes: 0

Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma or a hideous dream. Votes: 0

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear Votes: 0

Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest. Votes: 0

Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Votes: 0

Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to fear the worst oft cures the worse. Votes: 0

Blind is his love and best befits the dark- Benvolio (in Romeo and Juliet) Votes: 0

Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud. Votes: 0

Bosom upon my counsel; You'll find it wholesome. Votes: 0

Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so. Votes: 0

But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. Votes: 0

But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. Votes: 0

But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. Votes: 0

But I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted dangerous folly. Votes: 0

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. Votes: 0

But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Votes: 0

But like of each thing that in season grows. Votes: 0

But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices. Votes: 0

But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Votes: 0

But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? Votes: 0

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies... Votes: 0

But since the affairs of men rests still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall. Votes: 0

But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air and agony with words. Votes: 0

But thy eternal summer shall not fade. Votes: 0

But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God. Votes: 0

But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance. Votes: 0

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing. Votes: 0

But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. Votes: 0

But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat. Votes: 0

But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live. Votes: 0

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were! Votes: 0

By being seldom seen, I could not stir But like a comet I was wondered at. Votes: 0

By Heaven, I love thee better than myself Votes: 0

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me. Votes: 0

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love Votes: 0

By how much unexpected, by so much We must awake endeavour for defence; For courage mounteth with occasion. Votes: 0

By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone. Votes: 0

By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me. Votes: 0

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next Votes: 0

By that sin fell the angels. Votes: 0

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. Votes: 0

Can I go forward when my heart is here? Votes: 0

Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. Votes: 0

Can it be chat modesty may more betray Our sense than woman's lightness? Votes: 0

Can one desire too much of a good thing? Votes: 0

Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he. Votes: 0

Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be! Votes: 0

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. Votes: 0

Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive. Votes: 0

Celebrity is never more admired than by the negligent. Votes: 0

Chain me with roaring bears; Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O'er-covered quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls; Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; And I will do it without Fear or Doubt, To live an unstain'd Wife of my sweet Love. Votes: 0

Charity itself fulfills the law. And who can sever love from charity? Votes: 0

Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France Votes: 0

Cold indeed, and labor lost: Then farewell heat, and welcome frost! Votes: 0

Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there! Votes: 0

Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them. Votes: 0

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight Votes: 0

Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow. Votes: 0

Come, Lady, die to live. Votes: 0

Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest. Votes: 0

Comets importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky And with them scourge the bad revolting stars. Votes: 0

Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth Votes: 0

Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways. Votes: 0

Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent. Votes: 0

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. Votes: 0

Conscience doth make cowards of us all. Votes: 0

Conscience is a thousand swords. Votes: 0

Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe Votes: 0

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood. Votes: 0

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft. Votes: 0

Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Votes: 0

Courage mounteth with occasion. Votes: 0

Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them. Votes: 0

Crowns have their compass-length of days their date- Triumphs their tomb-felicity, her fate- Of nought but earth can earth make us partaker, But knowledge makes a king most like his Maker. Votes: 0

Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes. Votes: 0

Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter'd in one day, and I the elder and more terrible. Votes: 0

Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death's. Votes: 0

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life. Votes: 0

Death rock me asleep. Votes: 0

Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory? Votes: 0

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come Votes: 0

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shall die. Votes: 0

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Votes: 0

Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends. Votes: 0

Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary. Votes: 0

Demand me nothing: what you know, you know. Votes: 0

DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. Votes: 0

Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother. Votes: 0

Despair and die. The ghosts Votes: 0

Determine on some course more than a wild exposure to each chance. Votes: 0

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dreamFor in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life Votes: 0

Direct not him whose way himself will choose; 'Tis breath not lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose. Votes: 0

Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day. Votes: 0

Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular? Votes: 0

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic. Votes: 0

Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all! Votes: 0

Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end. Votes: 0

Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life. Votes: 0

Do you know me, my lord?' Excellent well. You are a fishmonger. Votes: 0

Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and âtis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale. Votes: 0

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age? Votes: 0

Don Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vildly painted; and in such great letters as they writes, 'Here is good horse for hire', let them signify under my sign, 'Here you may see Benedick the married man. Votes: 0

DON PEDRO Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICE Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it. DON PEDRO You have put him down, lady, you have put him down. BEATRICE So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools. Votes: 0

Done to death by slanderous tongue Votes: 0

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart. Votes: 0

Doubting things go ill often hurts more Than to be sure they do; for certainties Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing, The remedy then born. Votes: 0

Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. Votes: 0

Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies. Votes: 0

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind. Votes: 0

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows. Votes: 0

Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. Votes: 0

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated Votes: 0

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before. Votes: 0

Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction. Votes: 0

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever! Votes: 0

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her gallÃ¨d eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! Votes: 0

Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven. Votes: 0

Eternity was in our lips and eyes. Votes: 0

Even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering. Votes: 0

Every great drama has its foreshadow. Votes: 0

Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil. Votes: 0

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own. Votes: 0

Every man has business and desire, Such as it is. Votes: 0

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. Votes: 0

Every offense is not a hate at first. Votes: 0

Every subject's duty is the King's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained; and in him that escapes, it were no sin to think that, making God so free an offer, He let him outlive the day to see His greatness and to teach others how they should prepare. Votes: 0

Every why has a wherefore. Votes: 0

Examine well your blood. Votes: 0

Exit, pursued by a bear. Votes: 0

Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time. Votes: 0

Extreme fear can neither fight nor fly. Votes: 0

Extremity is the trier of spirits. Votes: 0

Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon: Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect. Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Can buy this unprized precious maid of me. Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind: Thou losest here, a better where to find. Votes: 0

Fairies use flowers for their charactery. Votes: 0

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey. Votes: 0

Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! Votes: 0

Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness! Votes: 0

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well. Votes: 0

Faults that are rich are fair. Votes: 0

Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st. Votes: 0

Few love to hear the sins they love to act. Votes: 0

Fight to the last gasp. Votes: 0

Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor. Votes: 0

Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached. Votes: 0

Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free. Votes: 0

Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye. Votes: 0

Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. Votes: 0

Fools are not mad folks. Votes: 0

For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving. Votes: 0

For by his face straight shall you know his heart. Votes: 0

For conspiracy, I know not how it tastes, though it be dished For me to try how. Votes: 0

For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life's but breath, to trust it error. Votes: 0

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings... Votes: 0

For grief is crowned with consolation. Votes: 0

For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates. Votes: 0

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Votes: 0

For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. Votes: 0

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. Votes: 0

For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours. Votes: 0

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy Votes: 0

For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. Votes: 0

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Votes: 0

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1) Votes: 0

For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Votes: 0

For my part, I may speak it to my shame, I have a truant been to chivalry; And so I hear he doth account me too. Votes: 0

For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. Votes: 0

For my part, it was Greek to me. Votes: 0

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away Votes: 0

For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done. Votes: 0

For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight. Votes: 0

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds. Votes: 0

For the success, Although particular, shall give a scantling Of good or bad unto the general; And in such indexes, although small pricks To their subsequent volumes, there is seen The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come at large. Votes: 0

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts. Votes: 0

For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. Votes: 0

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. Votes: 0

For to be wise and love exceeds man's might. Votes: 0

For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad? Votes: 0

For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. Votes: 0

For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed. Votes: 0

For what I will, I will, and there an end. Votes: 0

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation. Votes: 0

For who so firm that cannot be seduced? Votes: 0

For you and I are past our dancing days. Votes: 0

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all. Votes: 0

Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich. Votes: 0

Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed. Votes: 0

Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that Fortune is blind. Votes: 0

Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. Votes: 0

Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Votes: 0

Foul whisperings are abroad Votes: 0

Foul whisp'rings are abroad. Votes: 0

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed. Votes: 0

France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot. Votes: 0

Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger Votes: 0

Friendly counsel cuts off many foes. Votes: 0

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. Votes: 0

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. Votes: 0

Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love. Votes: 0

From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. Votes: 0

From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing. Votes: 0

Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe. Votes: 0

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them,Ding-dong, bell. Votes: 0

Full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly. Votes: 0

Gently to hear, kindly to judge. Votes: 0

Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not. Votes: 0

Get thee to a nunnery. Votes: 0

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice. Votes: 0

Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world. Votes: 0

Give me my sin again. Votes: 0

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee. Votes: 0

Give me to drink mandragora. Votes: 0

Give obedience where 'tis truly owed. Votes: 0

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. Votes: 0

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow Votes: 0

Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. Votes: 0

Glory grows guilty of detested crimes. Votes: 0

Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught. Votes: 0

Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom. Votes: 0

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall. Votes: 0

Go, bid the soldiers shoot. Votes: 0

God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! Votes: 0

God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish. Votes: 0

God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one. Votes: 0

God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle! Votes: 0

Good fortune then! To make me blest or cursed'st among men. Votes: 0

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones. Votes: 0

Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy! Votes: 0

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband! Votes: 0

Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls. Votes: 0

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. Votes: 0

Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company. Votes: 0

Good reasons must of force give place to better. Votes: 0

Good things should be praised. Votes: 0

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope. Votes: 0

Grace and remembrance be to you both. Votes: 0

Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle. Votes: 0

Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle; I am no traitor's uncle, and that word "grace" In an ungracious mouth is but profane. Votes: 0

Great floods have flown From simple sources. Votes: 0

Great griefs medicine the less. Votes: 0

Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less foul profanation. Votes: 0

Grief hath two tongues; and never woman yet Could rule them both without ten women's wit. Votes: 0

Grief makes one hour ten. Votes: 0

Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, yet should I be in love by touching thee. 'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, and that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, and nothing but the very smell were left me, yet would my love to thee be still as much; for from the stillitory of thy face excelling comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling. Votes: 0

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Votes: 0

HAMLET [...] we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table; that's the end. CLAUDIUS Alas, alas. HAMLET A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. CLAUDIUS What dost thou mean by this? HAMLET Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. Votes: 0

Hang him, swaggering rascal! Votes: 0

Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die! -Posthumus Leonatus Act V, Scene V Votes: 0

Hang those that talk of fear. Votes: 0

Haply for I am black, And have not those soft parts of conversation That chamberers have; or for I am declined Into the vale of yearsyet that's not much She's gone. I am abused, and my relief Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad And live upon the vapor of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others' uses. Yet 'tis the plague of great ones; Prerogatived are they less than the base. 'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death. Votes: 0

Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest. Votes: 0

Haste is needful in a desperate case. Votes: 0

Hate pollutes the mind. Votes: 0

Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Votes: 0

Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay, And that bare vowel ay shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am not I,if there be such an ay, Or those eyes shut,that make thee answer ay: If he be slain say ay,or if not,no: Brief sounds,determine of my weal or woe. Votes: 0

Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough. Votes: 0

Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? Votes: 0

Have more than you show, Speak less than you know. Votes: 0

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Votes: 0

Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful. Votes: 0

Having my freedom, boast of nothing else. Votes: 0

Having nothing, nothing can he lose. Votes: 0

He doth nothing but talk of his horses. Votes: 0

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. Votes: 0

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion. Votes: 0

He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew. Votes: 0

He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. (Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, IV) Votes: 0

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone. Votes: 0

He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in mind. Votes: 0

He is not great who is not greatly good. Votes: 0

He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings. Votes: 0

He is the most wretched of men who has never felt adversity. Votes: 0

He is white-livered and red-faced. Votes: 0

He kills her in her own humor. Votes: 0

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. Votes: 0

He makes a July's day short as December. Votes: 0

He must needs go that the devil drives. Votes: 0

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy. Votes: 0

He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed. Votes: 0

He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece. Votes: 0

He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him. Votes: 0

He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle. Votes: 0

He that is thy friend indeed, he will help you in your need. Votes: 0

He that is truly dedicated to war hath no self-love Votes: 0

He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache Votes: 0

He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding. Votes: 0

He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous. Votes: 0

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Votes: 0

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. Votes: 0

He wears the rose Of youth upon him. Votes: 0

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself. Votes: 0

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service Votes: 0

Hear the meaning within the word.... Votes: 0

Heaven give you many, many merry days. Votes: 0

Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell. Votes: 0

Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave. Votes: 0

Henceforth, I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, 'Enough, enough, and die. Votes: 0

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Votes: 0

Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have pass'd. Votes: 0

Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love Votes: 0

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts! Votes: 0

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent. Votes: 0

Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. Votes: 0

Here was a Caesar! When comes such another? Votes: 0

Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion! Votes: 0

He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing. Votes: 0

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf. Votes: 0

Highly fed and lowly taught. Votes: 0

His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. Votes: 0

His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way. Votes: 0

Hold, or cut bowstrings. Votes: 0

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief. Votes: 0

Honor, riches, marriage-blessing Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still upon you! Votes: 0

Honor's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man. Votes: 0

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that And manage it against despairing thoughts. Votes: 0

Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love. Votes: 0

How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? Votes: 0

How can tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance. Votes: 0

How every fool can play upon the word! Votes: 0

How hard it is to hide the sparks of Nature! Votes: 0

How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Votes: 0

How long a time lies in one little word? Votes: 0

How low am I, thou painted maypole? (Hermia to Helena) Votes: 0

How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! Votes: 0

How much an ill word may empoison liking! Votes: 0

How my achievements mock me! Votes: 0

How poor are they that have have not patients. Votes: 0

How slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a stepdame, or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue. Votes: 0

How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Votes: 0

How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod. Votes: 0

Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night! Votes: 0

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith. Votes: 0

I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend. Votes: 0

I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream. Votes: 0

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Votes: 0

I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38) Votes: 0

I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them. Votes: 0

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something. Votes: 0

I am not in the giving vein today. Votes: 0

I am not in the roll of common men. Votes: 0

I am not merry, but I do beguile the thing I am by seeming otherwise. Votes: 0

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. Votes: 0

I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities; but I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown. Votes: 0

I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world. Votes: 0

I am sure care's an enemy to life. Votes: 0

I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. Votes: 0

I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. Votes: 0

I am wrapped in dismal thinking. Votes: 0

I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered. Votes: 0

I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume. Votes: 0

I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; Speak and look back, and pry on every side, Tremble and start, at wagging of a straw, Intending deep suspicion. Votes: 0

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. Votes: 0

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. Votes: 0

I can no longer live by thinking. Votes: 0

I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library. Votes: 0

I can see his pride Peep through each part of him. Votes: 0

I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. Votes: 0

I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats; If it be man's work, I'll do't. Votes: 0

I cannot speak your england. Votes: 0

I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. Votes: 0

I crave fit disposition for my wife; Due reference of place, and exhibition; With such accommodation, and besort, As levels with her breeding. Votes: 0

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none Votes: 0

I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends. Votes: 0

I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy. Votes: 0

I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance. Votes: 0

I do desire we may be better strangers. Votes: 0

I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so. Votes: 0

I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows. Votes: 0

I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Votes: 0

I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am arm'd To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his. Votes: 0

I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish. Votes: 0

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor. Votes: 0

I drink to the general joy o' the whole table." Macbeth Votes: 0

I feel it gone, yet know not when it left. Votes: 0

I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience. Votes: 0

I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow Votes: 0

I had as lief have been myself alone. Votes: 0

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face. Votes: 0

I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. Votes: 0

I hate the murderer, love him murdered. Votes: 0

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears. Votes: 0

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. Votes: 0

I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in't: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me. Votes: 0

I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out. Votes: 0

I have drunk and seen the spider. Votes: 0

I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Votes: 0

I have heard it said There is an art which in their piedness shares With great creating nature. Votes: 0

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. Votes: 0

I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful Votes: 0

I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not the soldier's which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness. Votes: 0

I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities. Votes: 0

I have not slept one wink. Votes: 0

I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. Votes: 0

I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot I am marble-constant. Votes: 0

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me Votes: 0

I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die. Votes: 0

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house And hurt my brother. Votes: 0

I have supped full with horrors. Votes: 0

I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. Votes: 0

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness. Votes: 0

I have trod a measure, I have flattered a lady, I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy. Votes: 0

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul. Votes: 0

I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king. Votes: 0

I heard a bustling rumor like a fray, And the wind blows it from the Capitol. Votes: 0

I hold him but a fool that will endanger His body for a girl that loves him not. Votes: 0

I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. Votes: 0

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano! Votes: 0

I hope to see London once ere I die. Votes: 0

I humbly do beseech of your pardon, For too much loving you Votes: 0

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. Votes: 0

I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you Votes: 0

I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander, Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst; And this is all. Votes: 0

I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely. Votes: 0

I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause But rather reason thus with reason fetter, Love sought is good, but given unsought better. Votes: 0

I love thee, and it is my love that speaks Votes: 0

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old. Votes: 0

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it Votes: 0

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest. Votes: 0

I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Votes: 0

I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Votes: 0

I myself am best When least in company. Votes: 0

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear Votes: 0

I pardon him, as God shall pardon me. Votes: 0

I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best. Votes: 0

I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Votes: 0

I say, without characters, fame lives long. Votes: 0

I scorn you, scurvy companion. Votes: 0

I see a man's life is a tedious one. Votes: 0

I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist. Votes: 0

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry God for Harry! England and Saint George! Votes: 0

I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance. Votes: 0

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart. Votes: 0

I swear again, I would not be a queen For all the world. Votes: 0

I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause. Votes: 0

I that please some, try all, both joy and terror Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error. Votes: 0

I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire. Votes: 0

I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet. Votes: 0

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation. Votes: 0

I was a coward on instinct. Votes: 0

I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together, And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable. Votes: 0

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous goans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours. Votes: 0

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad. Votes: 0

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me. Votes: 0

I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope. Votes: 0

I will do anything ... ere I'll be married to a sponge. Votes: 0

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. Votes: 0

I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. Votes: 0

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyesand moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle's. Votes: 0

I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away. Votes: 0

I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine. Votes: 0

I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue. Votes: 0

I wish you all the joy that you can wish. Votes: 0

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men. Votes: 0

I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed! Votes: 0

I would fain die a dry death. Votes: 0

I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I have. Votes: 0

I would not wish any companion in the world but you. Votes: 0

I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good. Votes: 0

I would with such perfection govern, sir, T'excel the golden age. Votes: 0

I'll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Votes: 0

IAGO: She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will and yet was never loud, Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay, Fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may,' She that being anger'd, her revenge being nigh, Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly, She that in wisdom never was so frail To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail; She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind, See suitors following and not look behind, She was a wight, if ever such wight were,-- DESDEMONA: To do what? IAGO: To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. Votes: 0

Ideas are the very coinage of your brain. Votes: 0

If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work. Votes: 0

If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father. Votes: 0

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me. Votes: 0

If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre. Votes: 0

If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen, arrows make. Votes: 0

If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Votes: 0

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me. Votes: 0

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, And all this day an unaccustomed spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Votes: 0

If is a custom, More honor'd in the breach than the observance. Votes: 0

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly. Votes: 0

If little faults proceeding on distemper Shall not be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye When capital crimes, chewed, swallowed, and digested, Appear before us? Votes: 0

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world. Votes: 0

If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift. Votes: 0

If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation. Votes: 0

If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think. Votes: 0

If there is a good will, there is great way. Votes: 0

If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up; So quick bright things come to confusion. Votes: 0

If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth. Votes: 0

If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully. Votes: 0

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd Votes: 0

If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy friends; for when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend? Votes: 0

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. Votes: 0

If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee; wish not one man more. Votes: 0

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone. Votes: 0

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends. Votes: 0

If your mind dislike anything obey it Votes: 0

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book! Votes: 0

Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word. Votes: 0

I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basalisks; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Decieve more slily that Ulysses could, And like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colors to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down. Votes: 0

I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked. Votes: 0

I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well Votes: 0

I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will To take the indisposed and sickly fit For the sound man. Votes: 0

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave. Votes: 0

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe) Votes: 0

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap Votes: 0

I'll not meddle with it. It makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbor's wife but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing, shamefaced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found. It beggars any man that keeps it. It is turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it. Votes: 0

I'll note you in my book of memory. Votes: 0

I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Votes: 0

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. Votes: 0

in black ink my love may still shine bright. Votes: 0

In delay there lies no plenty. Votes: 0

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge. Votes: 0

In jest, there is truth. Votes: 0

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil. Votes: 0

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73 Votes: 0

In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read. Votes: 0

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility. Votes: 0

In persons grafted in a serious trust, Negligence is a crime. Votes: 0

In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? Votes: 0

In right and service to their noble country. Votes: 0

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn;... Votes: 0

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring Votes: 0

In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant More learned than the ears. Votes: 0

In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence. Votes: 0

In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame. Votes: 0

In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty. Votes: 0

In thy foul throat thou liest. Votes: 0

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow Votes: 0

In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long ago betid Votes: 0

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: âtis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil Votes: 0

Is it not strange that sheep's guts could hail souls out of men's bodies? Votes: 0

Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is? Votes: 0

Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold? Votes: 0

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry, To find out shames and idle hours in me, The scope and tenor of thy jealousy? O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: It is my love that keeps mine eye awake: Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake: For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near. Votes: 0

Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Here's three on's are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more than such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Votes: 0

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? Votes: 0

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep? Votes: 0

Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King? Votes: 0

Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers? Votes: 0

It hurts not the tongue to give fair words. Votes: 0

It is a basilisk unto mine eye, Kills me to look on't. Votes: 0

It is a good divine that follows his own instructions. Votes: 0

It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover. Votes: 0

It is better to have burnt & lost, then to never have barbecued at all. Votes: 0

It is far easier for me to teach twenty what were right to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. Votes: 0

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned. Votes: 0

It is lost at dice, what ancient honor won. Votes: 0

it is not enough to speak, but to speak truee Votes: 0

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me? Votes: 0

It is not night when I do see your face. Votes: 0

It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost. 'Tis too cold a companion: away with 't! Votes: 0

It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber. Votes: 0

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. Votes: 0

It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer. Votes: 0

It is the disease of not listening...... that I am troubled with. Votes: 0

It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit. Votes: 0

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad. Votes: 0

It is the witness still of excellency to put a strange face on his own perfection. Votes: 0

It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance Votes: 0

It may do good; pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees. Votes: 0

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance Votes: 0

It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell. Votes: 0

It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut. Votes: 0

Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! And to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead! Votes: 0

Juliet is the east and i am the sun. Votes: 0

Keep thy friend Under thy own life's key. Votes: 0

Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all. Votes: 0

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love. Votes: 0

Kindness nobler ever than revenge. Votes: 0

Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday Votes: 0

Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot. Votes: 0

Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. Votes: 0

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks. Votes: 0

Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough! Votes: 0

Leave us to our free election. Votes: 0

Lend less than you owe. Votes: 0

LEONATO Neighbours, you are tedious. DOGBERRY It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers; but truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. Votes: 0

LEONATO Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred. Votes: 0

Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. Votes: 0

Let life be short, else shame will be too long. Votes: 0

Let me be boiled to death with melancholy. Votes: 0

Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better. Votes: 0

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me. Votes: 0

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Votes: 0

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Votes: 0

Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold. Votes: 0

Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit; All with me's meet that I can fashion fit. Votes: 0

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done. Votes: 0

Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. Votes: 0

Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls; Conscience is but a work that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe: Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law! Votes: 0

Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye. Votes: 0

Let them obey that knows not how to rule. Votes: 0

Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them. Votes: 0

Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally, I would we could do so for her benefits are mightily misplaced and the bountiful blind girl doth most mistake in her gifts to women. 'Tis true for those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favouredly. Nay, now thou goest from Fortunes office to Natures. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of Nature. Votes: 0

Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, And think perchance they'll sell; if not, The lustre of the better yet to show Shall show the better. Votes: 0

Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty! Votes: 0

Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect them. Votes: 0

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death. Votes: 0

Light and lust are deadly enemies. Votes: 0

Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. Votes: 0

Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace. Votes: 0

Like madness is the glory of life. Votes: 0

Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds. Votes: 0

Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Extremity out of act. Votes: 0

Listen to many, speak to a few. Votes: 0

Live loath'd and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time flies Cap and knee slaves, vapors, and minute jacks. Votes: 0

Loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. Votes: 0

Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. Votes: 0

Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen. Votes: 0

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech. Votes: 0

Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none. This above all: to thine own self be true. No legacy is so rich as honesty. Brevity is the soul of wit Votes: 0

Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away. Votes: 0

Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support. Votes: 0

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom. Votes: 0

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God. Votes: 0

Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul. Votes: 0

Love for thy love , and hand for hand I give. Votes: 0

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Votes: 0

Love goes toward love. Votes: 0

Love hath made thee a tame snake Votes: 0

Love is . . . a madness most discreet Votes: 0

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here's what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover's eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It's a wise form of madness. It's a sweet lozenge that you choke on.* Votes: 0

Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it. Votes: 0

Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do. Votes: 0

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." - Votes: 0

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by Votes: 0

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Votes: 0

Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares. Votes: 0

Love is too young to know what conscience is. Votes: 0

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues. Votes: 0

Love reasons without reason. Votes: 0

Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck. Votes: 0

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies Votes: 0

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest Votes: 0

Love will not be spurred to what it loathes Votes: 0

Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one Votes: 0

Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties Votes: 0

Lovers ever run before the clock Votes: 0

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. Votes: 0

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come. Votes: 0

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. Votes: 0

Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself. Votes: 0

Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, Votes: 0

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. Votes: 0

Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. Votes: 0

Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim. Votes: 0

Making night hideous. Votes: 0

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep. Votes: 0

Many a true word hath been spoken in jest. Votes: 0

Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, any by my friends I am abused; so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes. Votes: 0

Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty. Votes: 0

May never glorious sun reflex his beams Upon the country where you make abode! But darkness and the gloomy shade of death Environ you till mischief and despair Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves. Votes: 0

Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough. Votes: 0

Mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust. Votes: 0

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. Votes: 0

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed... Votes: 0

Men at some time are masters of their fates... Votes: 0

Men at sometime are the masters of their fate. Votes: 0

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Votes: 0

Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience. Votes: 0

Men prize the thing ungained more than it is. Votes: 0

Men should be what they seem. Votes: 0

Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best. Votes: 0

Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure. Votes: 0

Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure. Votes: 0

Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding doth choke the feeder; Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. Votes: 0

Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep, - the innocent sleep; Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. Votes: 0

Milk-livered man, That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honor from thy suffering; [that not know'st Fools do those villains pity who are punished Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? France spreads his banners in our noiseless land, With plumed helm thy state begins to threat, Whilst thou, a moral fool, sits still and cries 'Alack, why does he so?'] Votes: 0

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief. Votes: 0

Mine honor is my life, both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done. Then, dear my liege, mine honor let me try; In that I live, and for that I will die. Votes: 0

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done. Votes: 0

Minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! Votes: 0

Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected. Votes: 0

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. Votes: 0

Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste. Votes: 0

More can I bear than you dare execute. Votes: 0

More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows. Votes: 0

More matter with less art. Votes: 0

Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds. Votes: 0

Much rain wears the marble. Votes: 0

Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart. Votes: 0

Muster your wits; stand in your own defence... Votes: 0

My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly. Votes: 0

My brain more busy than the labouring spider Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. Votes: 0

My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. Votes: 0

My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage! Votes: 0

My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors. Votes: 0

My crown is in my heart, not on my head. Votes: 0

My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy. Votes: 0

My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done. Votes: 0

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten. Votes: 0

My endeavors Have ever come too short of my desires. Yet filed with my abilities. Votes: 0

My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I am roughand lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing. Votes: 0

My friends were poor, but honest, so's my love. Votes: 0

My grief lies onward, and my joy behind. Votes: 0

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white. Votes: 0

My heart is ever at your service. Votes: 0

My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was Votes: 0

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. Votes: 0

My love's more richer than my tongue. Votes: 0

My master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him which gentlemen have. Votes: 0

My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand. Votes: 0

My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty. To you I am bound for life and education. My life and education both do learn me How to respect you. You are the lord of my duty, I am hitherto your daughter. But here's my husband, And so much duty as my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord. Votes: 0

My prophecy is but half his journey yet, For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, Must kiss their own feet. Votes: 0

My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one. Beat thou the drum, that it speaks mournfully, Trail your steel spikes. Though in this city he Hath widowed and unchilded many a one, Which to this hour bewail the injury, Yet he shall have a noble memory. Assist. Votes: 0

My stars shine darkly over me Votes: 0

My story starts at sea, a perilous voyage to an unknown land. A shipwreck. The wild waters roar and heave. The brave vessel is dashed all to pieces. And all the helpless souls within her drowned. All save one. A lady. Whose soul is greater than the ocean, and her spirit stronger than the sea's embrace. Not for her a watery end, but a new life beginning on a stranger shore. It will be a love story. For she will be my heroine for all time. And her name will be Viola. Votes: 0

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not. Votes: 0

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break. Votes: 0

My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of will and judgment. Votes: 0

My wits begin to turn. Votes: 0

Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him misinterpret me-- Have stooped my neck under your injuries And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment, Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods, From my own windows torn my household coat, Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign, Save men's opinions and my living blood, To show the world I am a gentleman. Votes: 0

Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to. Votes: 0

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. Votes: 0

Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy. Votes: 0

Nay, had I pow'r, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. Votes: 0

Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. Votes: 0

Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Is of so floodgate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself. Votes: 0

Never anger made good guard for itself. Votes: 0

Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it. Votes: 0

New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets. Don't forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems. Votes: 0

Nice customs curtsy to great kings. Votes: 0

Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life. Votes: 0

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds? Votes: 0

No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone. Votes: 0

No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns. Votes: 0

No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. Votes: 0

No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth Votes: 0

No profit grows where no pleasure is taken. Votes: 0

No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head. Votes: 0

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage... Votes: 0

No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. Votes: 0

No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery. Votes: 0

No, by my soul, I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms. Votes: 0

No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here; Votes: 0

No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon. Votes: 0

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change. Votes: 0

None can cure their harms by wailing them. Votes: 0

Nor age so eat up my invention. Votes: 0

Nor aught so good but strained from that fair use, Revolts from true birth stumbling on abuse. Votes: 0

Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself. Votes: 0

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King; Votes: 0

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy. But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or season's quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell ... Or say with princes if it shall go well ... Votes: 0

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love. Votes: 0

Not stepping over the bounds of modesty. Votes: 0

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Votes: 0

Nothing can come of nothing. Votes: 0

Nothing can seem foul to those who win. Votes: 0

Nothing comes from doing nothing. Votes: 0

Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to) Votes: 0

Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears. Votes: 0

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Votes: 0

Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer. Votes: 0

Now join hands, and with your hands your hearts. Votes: 0

Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, - Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confined by you... But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands: Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please: now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free. Votes: 0

Now my charms are all o'erthrown... Votes: 0

Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way. Votes: 0

Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Votes: 0

Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden. Votes: 0

O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart. Votes: 0

O for a horse with wings! Votes: 0

O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour. Votes: 0

O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts. Possess them not with fear. Votes: 0

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space â were it not that I have bad dreams. Votes: 0

O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times. Votes: 0

O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! Votes: 0

O hell! to choose love with another's eye. Votes: 0

O heresy in fair, fit for these days, A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. Votes: 0

O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee! Votes: 0

O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason ! Votes: 0

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. Votes: 0

O my good lord, that comfort comes too late, 'Tis like a pardon after execution. That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me; But now I am past all comforts here but prayers. Votes: 0

O Prosperina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength--a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one. Votes: 0

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself. Votes: 0

O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself. Votes: 0

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? Votes: 0

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Votes: 0

O that a lady, of one man refused, Should of another therefore be abused! Votes: 0

O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone! Votes: 0

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil....O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts! Votes: 0

O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie. Votes: 0

O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side! Votes: 0

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping. Votes: 0

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! Votes: 0

O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! Votes: 0

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad! Votes: 0

O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past Votes: 0

O, call back yesterday, bid time return Votes: 0

O, had I but followed the arts! Votes: 0

O, how full of briers is this working-day world! Votes: 0

O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays? Votes: 0

O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor. Votes: 0

O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! Votes: 0

O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for recompense, More than that tongue that more hath more expressed. Votes: 0

O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Votes: 0

O, reason not the need! Votes: 0

O, she's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating. Votes: 0

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven Votes: 0

O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! Votes: 0

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena Votes: 0

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, (135) Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: (140) So excellent a king; that was, to this, Votes: 0

O, the difference of man and man! To thee a woman's services are due. Votes: 0

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep. Votes: 0

O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Votes: 0

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister's flood of tears. Votes: 0

O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do. Votes: 0

O, where is loyalty? If it be banished from the frosty head, Where shall it find a harbor in the earth? Votes: 0

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil! Votes: 0

O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" William Shakespeare "hamlet Votes: 0

Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books. Votes: 0

Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed. Votes: 0

Of all complexions the culled sovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek, Where several worthies make one dignity, Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek. Votes: 0

Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best. Votes: 0

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well. Votes: 0

Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. Votes: 0

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits. Votes: 0

Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate. Votes: 0

Oh what fools we mortals are. Votes: 0

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. Votes: 0

Oh, flatter me; for love delights in praises. Votes: 0

Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul! Votes: 0

Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away Votes: 0

Oh, I am fortune's fool! Votes: 0

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessÃ¨d my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Votes: 0

Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius) Votes: 0

Old Time the clock-setter. Votes: 0

Omission to do what is necessary Seals a commission to a blank of danger; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Even then when we sit idly in the sun. Votes: 0

On a day - alack the day! - Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air Votes: 0

On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Votes: 0

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. Votes: 0

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish. Votes: 0

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die. Votes: 0

One sin, I know, another doth provoke. Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke. Votes: 0

One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony. Votes: 0

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart? Votes: 0

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die. Votes: 0

Our content Is our best having. Votes: 0

Our enemies are our outward consciences. Votes: 0

Our holy lives must win a new world's crown. Votes: 0

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. Votes: 0

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Votes: 0

Our very eyes Are sometimes, like our judgments, blind. Votes: 0

Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own. Votes: 0

Our wills and fates do so contrary run. Votes: 0

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow. Votes: 0

Pardon's the word to all. Votes: 0

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet. Votes: 0

Past all shame, so past all truth. Votes: 0

Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you. Votes: 0

People usually are the happiest at home. Votes: 0

People's good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass. Votes: 0

Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright. Votes: 0

Perseverance... keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, like a rusty nail in monumental mockery. Votes: 0

Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherine: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman. Votes: 0

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. Votes: 0

Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying med'cine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science Than I have in this ring. Votes: 0

Poor wretches that depend On greatness' favor, dream as I have done; Wake, and find nothing. Votes: 0

Pray, do not mock me. I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Votes: 0

Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late. Votes: 0

Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast. Votes: 0

Preposterous ass, that never read so far to know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not to refresh the mind of man, after his studies or his usual pain? Votes: 0

Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him. Votes: 0

Presume not that I am the thing I was. Votes: 0

Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen. Votes: 0

Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable; performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it. Votes: 0

Promising is the very air o' the time; it opens the eyes of expectation. Votes: 0

Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman. Votes: 0

Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? Votes: 0

Ready to go but never to return. Votes: 0

Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. Votes: 0

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day. Votes: 0

Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Votes: 0

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial! Votes: 0

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster. Votes: 0

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. Votes: 0

Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Votes: 0

ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee. Votes: 0

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Votes: 0

Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. Votes: 0

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true. Votes: 0

Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace. Votes: 0

Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose. Votes: 0

RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. Votes: 0

Say as you think and speak it from your souls. Votes: 0

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence. Votes: 0

Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere Votes: 0

'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck! Votes: 0

Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint. Votes: 0

Scratching could not make it worse. . . such a face as yours. Votes: 0

See first that the design is wise and just: that ascertained, pursue it resolutely; do not for one repulse forego the purpose that you resolved to effect. Votes: 0

See the minutes, how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live. Votes: 0

Seek happy nights to happy days.W Votes: 0

Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Votes: 0

Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south. Votes: 0

She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas! Votes: 0

She is a woman, therefore to be won. Votes: 0

She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them Votes: 0

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me. Votes: 0

She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love. Votes: 0

she shall scant show well that now shows best. Votes: 0

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs. Votes: 0

She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies. Votes: 0

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known Votes: 0

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her. Votes: 0

She's good, being gone. Votes: 0

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass. Votes: 0

Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and thenthere is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks. Votes: 0

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining. Votes: 0

Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves. Votes: 0

Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low. Votes: 0

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange. Votes: 0

Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much. Votes: 0

Simply the thing that I am shall make me live. Votes: 0

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. Votes: 0

Sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue. Votes: 0

Since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never floutat me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. Votes: 0

Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me Votes: 0

Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish her election, Sh'ath sealed thee for herself. Votes: 0

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep. Votes: 0

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger. Votes: 0

Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care. Votes: 0

Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace. Votes: 0

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Votes: 0

So all my best is dressing old words new. Votes: 0

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground. Votes: 0

So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever. Votes: 0

So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough. Votes: 0

So doth the greater glory dim the less: A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by. Votes: 0

So fair and foul a day i had not seen. Votes: 0

so full of shapes is fancy Votes: 0

So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly. Votes: 0

So many horrid Ghosts. Votes: 0

So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate. Votes: 0

So may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier may attain, And die with grieving. Votes: 0

So may the outward shows be least themselves; The world is still deceived with ornament. Votes: 0

So quick bright things come to confusion.ââââââ Votes: 0

So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenced in stronds afar remote. Votes: 0

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love. Votes: 0

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none... Votes: 0

So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend, or be rid on't. Votes: 0

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies. Votes: 0

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; Votes: 0

So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all. Votes: 0

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy. Votes: 0

So. Lie there, my art. Votes: 0

Some glory in their birth , some in their skill , Some in their wealth , some in their bodies' force , Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill; Some in their hawks and hounds , some in their horse ; And every humor hath his adjunct pleasure , Wherein it finds a joy above the rest . Votes: 0

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Votes: 0

Speak low, if you speak love. Votes: 0

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounce it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Votes: 0

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you-trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, the whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Votes: 0

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. Votes: 0

Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues. Votes: 0

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see Votes: 0

Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation. Votes: 0

Still constant is a wondrous excellence. Votes: 0

Still it cried âSleep no more!' to all the house: âGlamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,Macbeth shall sleep no more! Votes: 0

Stones have been known to move and trees to speak. Votes: 0

Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. Votes: 0

Strong reasons make strong actions. Votes: 0

Such antics do not amount to a man. Votes: 0

Such as we are made of, such we be. Votes: 0

Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong. Votes: 0

Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will. Votes: 0

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action. Votes: 0

Sweet are the uses of adversity Votes: 0

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. Votes: 0

Swift as shadow, short as any dream Votes: 0

Sycorax has grown into a hoop Votes: 0

Take her away; for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities. Votes: 0

Take it in what sense thou wilt. Votes: 0

Take pains. Be perfect. Votes: 0

Tam: What begg'st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell. O! keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man's eye may behold my body: Do this, and be a charitable murderer. Tam: So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. Dem: Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long. Lav: No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly creature, The blot and enemy to our general name. Confusion fall Votes: 0

Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion. Votes: 0

Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit. Votes: 0

Tears water our growth. Votes: 0

Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world. Votes: 0

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? Votes: 0

Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of Votes: 0

Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them. Votes: 0

Tempt not a desperate man Votes: 0

Temptation: the fiend at my elbow. Votes: 0

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty. Votes: 0

Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power. Votes: 0

Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds. Votes: 0

Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute. Votes: 0

That is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone. Votes: 0

That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Votes: 0

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire. Votes: 0

That which I would discover The law of friendship bids me to conceal. Votes: 0

That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. Votes: 0

That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water Votes: 0

That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in a storm. Votes: 0

The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie. Votes: 0

The attempt and not the deed confounds us. Votes: 0

The band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity. Votes: 0

The bitter clamor of two eager tongues. Votes: 0

The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness. Votes: 0

The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, th' unguided days And rotten times that you shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors. Votes: 0

The breach of custom Is breach of all. Votes: 0

The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens. Votes: 0

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. Votes: 0

The cheek Is apter than the tongue to tell an errand. Votes: 0

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders At out quaint spirits. Votes: 0

The color of the king doth come and go, Between his purpose and his conscience, Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set: His passion is so ripe, it needs must break. Votes: 0

The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! Votes: 0

The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts. Votes: 0

The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once! Votes: 0

The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Votes: 0

The cunning livery of hell. Votes: 0

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! Votes: 0

The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it. Votes: 0

The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due. Votes: 0

The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits. Votes: 0

The earth has music for those that listen. Votes: 0

The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb. Votes: 0

The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. Votes: 0

The error of our eye directs our mind. What error leads must err. Votes: 0

The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed. Votes: 0

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. Votes: 0

The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see. Votes: 0

The fewer men, the greater share of honor. Votes: 0

The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole. Votes: 0

The fragrance of the rose lingers on the hand that casts it Votes: 0

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond. Votes: 0

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly. Votes: 0

The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. Votes: 0

The head is not more native to the heart. Votes: 0

The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow! Votes: 0

The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. Votes: 0

The instruments of darkness tell us truths... Votes: 0

The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd. Votes: 0

The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions; his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing. Votes: 0

The last taste of sweets is sweetest last. Votes: 0

The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. Votes: 0

The let-alone lies not in your good will. Votes: 0

The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death. Votes: 0

The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly. Votes: 0

The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress. Votes: 0

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night... Votes: 0

The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly. Votes: 0

The morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness. Votes: 0

The nature of bad news affects the teller. Votes: 0

The object of Art is to give life a shape. Votes: 0

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75 Votes: 0

The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger. Votes: 0

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war. Votes: 0

The people are the city. Votes: 0

The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment. Votes: 0

The play's the thing. Votes: 0

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait. Votes: 0

The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause. Votes: 0

The poorest service is repaid with thanks. Votes: 0

The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you. Posthumus Votes: 0

The presence of a king engenders love Amongst his subjects, and his royal friends. Votes: 0

The present eye praises the present object. Votes: 0

The prize of all too precious you. Votes: 0

The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation. Votes: 0

The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Votes: 0

The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself Votes: 0

The rain, it raineth every day. Votes: 0

The rest, is silence. Votes: 0

The sands are number'd that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here my life must end. Votes: 0

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love. Votes: 0

The smallest worm will turn being trodden on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood. Votes: 0

The soul of this man is his clothes. Votes: 0

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die Votes: 0

The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. Votes: 0

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness. Votes: 0

The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours, Even in the moment that we call them ours. Votes: 0

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. Votes: 0

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Votes: 0

The Thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be King Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Votes: 0

The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred And know some nurture. Votes: 0

The time is out of joint. Votes: 0

The time of universal peace is near. Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nooked world Shall bear the olive freely. Votes: 0

The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony. Votes: 0

The truest poetry is the most feigning. Votes: 0

The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me. Votes: 0

The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. Votes: 0

The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want. Votes: 0

The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy. Votes: 0

The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants. Votes: 0

The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground. Votes: 0

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long. Votes: 0

The whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Votes: 0

The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies. Votes: 0

The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends. Votes: 0

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit. Votes: 0

The world must be peopled! Votes: 0

The worm is not to be trusted... Votes: 0

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. Votes: 0

Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing Votes: 0

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us? Votes: 0

Then know, that I have little wealth to lose. A man I am, crossed with adversity; My riches are these poor habiliments, Of which if you should here disfurnish me, You take the sum and substance that I have. Votes: 0

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. Votes: 0

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus. Votes: 0

Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect. Votes: 0

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. Votes: 0

There are three people in yourself - who people think you are, who you think you are, and who you really are. Votes: 0

There is a history in all men's lives. Votes: 0

There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold. Votes: 0

There is a law in each well-ordered nation To curb those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refractory. Votes: 0

There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. Votes: 0

There is a world elsewhere. Votes: 0

There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor. Votes: 0

There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger. Votes: 0

There is no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown. Votes: 0

There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts. Votes: 0

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself. Votes: 0

There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men. Votes: 0

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare Votes: 0

There is nothing serious in Mortality Votes: 0

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out. Votes: 0