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...

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.

Sonnet 23As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part,Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart; So I, for fear...

I have unclasp’d to thee the book even of my secret soul.

Master, go on, and I will follow theeTo the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

BOYETA mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady!Let the mark have a prick in’t, to mete at, if it may be.MARIAWide o’ the bow hand! i’ faith, your hand is out.COSTARDIndeed,...

I cannot say your worships have delivered the matter well when I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables […] our very priests must become mockers if they shall encounter...

But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.

In thy foul throat thou liest.

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...

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.

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.

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.

I am not gamesome: I do lack some partof that quick spirit that is in Antony.

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

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

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

How stand I, then,That have a father killed, a mother stained,Excitements of my reason and my blood,And let all sleep, while to my shame I seeThe imminent death of twenty thousand menThat for a fantasy...

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!” – Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other...

Well said, old mole!

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!