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...

Die Welt ist nirgends außer diesen Mauern;Nur Fegefeuer, Qual, die Hölle selbst.Von hier verbannt, ist aus der Welt verbannt,Und solcher Bann ist Tod: Drum gibst du ihmDen falschen Namen. – Nennst du Tod Verbannung,Enthauptest du...

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...

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

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,Knew you not Pompey?

I think he’ll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

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.

…Who could refrain,That had a heart to love, and in that heartCourage to make love known?

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal’d...

Educated men are so impressive!

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!

The lunatic, the lover, and the poetAre of imagination all compact:One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt:The poet’s...

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

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...

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds that sees into the bottom of my grief?

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

GLOUCESTERNow, good sir, what are you?EDGARA most poor man made tame to fortune’s blows,Who by the art of known and feeling sorrowsAm pregnant to good pity.

I have set my life upon a cast,And I will stand the hazard of the die.

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.

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

There’s some ill planet reigns:I must be patient till the heavens lookWith an aspect more favourable. Good my lords,I am not prone to weeping, as our sexCommonly are; the want of which vain dewPerchance shall...

PISTOL-Say’st thou me so? is that a ton of moys? Come hither, boy: ask me this slave in French What is his name.Boy-Ecoutez: comment etes-vous appele?French Soldier-Monsieur le Fer.Boy- He says his name is Master...

As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.

If e’er again I meet him beard to beard, he’s mine or I am his.

If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.

They are the books, the arts, the academes,That show, contain and nourish all the world.

Se è pronta la tua anima lo sono anche le cose

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

There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

A wretched soul bruised with adversity,We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;But were we burdened with like weight of pain,As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.

Nothing is so common as the desire to be remarkable.

Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all.

O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Nay, ’twill be this hour ere I have done weeping. All the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus...

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

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...

It is excellent / To have a giant’s strenght / But it is tyrannous / To use it like a giant(Isabella)

Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:

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...

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

Fit to govern? No, not fit to live.

There’s small choice in rotten apples.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.