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.

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.

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.

…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...

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.

Many a man’s tongue shakes out his master’s undoing.

Friar Laurence:O, mickle is the powerful grace that liesIn herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought to vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give;...

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear’d with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And...

Out, damned spot! out, I say!

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

Sweet are the uses of adversityWhich, like the toad, ugly and venomous,Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.