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

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

By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.

You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths’ wives and conned them out of rings?

The quality of mercy is not strain’d,It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place beneath: it is twice blest;It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:’Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomesThe...

How far that little candle throws his beams!

I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,To die upon the hand I love so well.

There’s a divinity that shapes our ends,Rough-hew them how we will.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

HAMLET I will receive it sir with all diligence of spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use, ’tis for the head.OSRIC I thank you lordship, it is very hot.HAMLET No believe me, ’tis very...

There’s a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads onto fortune, omitted, all their voyages end in shallows and miseries. Upon such tide are we now…

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

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

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

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,...

Mum, mum,He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,Weary of all, shall want some.

I understand a fury in your wordsBut not your words.

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...

If I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the rest;

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...

RUMOUR:”Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,The which in every language I pronounce,Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

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 taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.

To die, – To sleep, – To sleep!Perchance to dream: – ay, there’s the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause: there’s...

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

Then must you speakOf 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 awayRicher than all...

All causes shall give way: I am in bloodStepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go o’er.

Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd...

You gotta be cruel to be kind.

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

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.

Zu früh, befürcht ich; denn mein Herz erbangtUnd ahnet ein Verhängnis, welches, nochVerborgen in den Sternen, heute NachtBei dieser Lustbarkeit den furchtbarn ZeitlaufBeginnen und das Ziel des läst’gen Lebens,Das meine Brust verschließt, mir kürzen wirdDurch...

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

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

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . .She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comesIn shape no bigger than an agate stoneOn the forefinger of an alderman,Drawn with a team...

One fire burns out another’s burning,One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish.

Macbeth:If we should fail?Lady Macbeth:We fail?But screw your courage to the sticking place,And we’ll not fail.

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?

And Sir, it is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.

Ma la virilità si è tutta smammolata in coccolette; il coraggio svaporato in complimenti, e gli uomini sono diventati tutti lingua, come dei pappagalli ammaestrati. Oggi è più valente di un Ercole chi sa meglio...

But then I sigh, with a piece of ScriptureTell them that God bids us to do evil for good; And thus I clothe my naked villanyWith odd old ends stolen out of Holy Writ;And seem...

All dark and comfortless.

I’ll read enoughWhen I do see the very book indeedWhere all my sins are writ, and that’s myself.Give me that glass and therein will I read.No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struckSo many blows upon...

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

Soy muy soberbio, ambicioso, vengativo, con más pecados sobre mi cabeza que pensamientos para concebirlos, fantasía para darles forma o tiempo para llevarlos a ejecución.

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?”. – (Act...