Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.

Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men blush not in actions blacker than the night, will ‘schew no course to keep them from the light. One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Murder’s as near...

The shadow of my sorrow. Let’s see, ’tis very true. My griefs lie all within and these external manners of laments are mere shadows to the unseen grief which swells with silence in the tortured...

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...

(…) pero perseverar en obstinado desconsuelo es una conducta de impía terquedad; es un pesar indigno del hombre; muestra una voluntad rebelde al Cielo, un corazón débil, un alma sin resignación, una inteligencia limitada e...

For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

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

Men’s evil manners live in brass; their virtue we write in water.

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.

The fiend gives the more friendly counsel.

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

l do desire we be better strangers

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,Such shaping fantasies, that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.The lunatic, the lover and the poetAre of imagination all compact:One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,That is,...

Against an oath; the truth thou art unsure.

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...

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings.

Modest doubt is call’d the beacon of the wise.

Our doubts are traitors, and make us loose the good that we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.

Sonnet 65Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea But sad mortality o’ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O! how...

Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.In following him I follow but myself;Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,But seeming so for my peculiar end.For when my outward action doth...

…speak to me as to thy thinkingAs thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughtsThe worst of words…

Each substance of grief hath twenty shadows, which shows like grief itself, but is not so; or sorrow’s eye, glazed with blinding tears, divides one thing entire to many objects: like perspectives which, rightly gaz’d...

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

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

To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be, it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

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?...

What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.

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

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

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.

I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.

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

No temáis a la grandeza; algunos nacen grandes, algunos logran grandeza, a algunos la grandeza les es impuesta y a otros la grandeza les queda grande.

Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!-Posthumus LeonatusAct V, Scene V

Brevity is the soul of wit.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument

I am evenThe natural fool of fortune.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

These violent delights have violent ends.

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

Mother, you have my father much offended.

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow

My liege, and madam, to expostulateWhat 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...

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, –...

What infinite heart’s-easeMust kings neglect, that private men enjoy!And what have kings, that privates have not too,Save ceremony, save general ceremony?And what art thou, thou idle ceremony?What kind of god art thou, that suffer’st moreOf...

The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to.

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.

It is not enough to speak but to speak truth

He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath.

Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an ass.