Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,— For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and...

And thus I clothe my naked villainyWith odd old ends stol’n out of holy writ;And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play thefool no where but in’s own house.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them?...

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool’s ear.

ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king.HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is...

Thus weary of the world, away she hies,And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aidTheir mistress mounted through the empty skiesIn her light chariot quickly is convey’d;Holding their course to Paphos, where their queenMeans...

Farewell, sweet playfellow.

Look on beauty,And you shall see ’tis purchased by the weight;Which therein works a miracle in nature,Making them lightest that wear most of it:So are those crisped snaky golden locksWhich make such wanton gambols with...

I will go tell him of fair Hermia’s flight: Then to the wood will he to-morrow night Pursue her; and for this intelligence If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: But herein mean...

For thy sweet love remembr’d such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Beshrew me but I love her heartily, For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved...

Either to die the death or to abjureFor ever the society of men.Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires;Know of your youth, examine well your blood,Whether, if you yield not to your father’s choice,You can endure...

such wanton, wild, and usual slips/ As are companions noted and most known/ To youth and liberty.

The robb’d that smiles, steals something from the thief.

When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.

Come, sir, come,I’ll wrestle with you in my strength of love.Look, here I have you, thus I let you go,And give you to the gods.

O honorable strumpet

silence is not a langauge, its a weapon to make your dear one to feel

O, that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life.

So many horrid Ghosts.

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

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frostsFall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

There are three people in yourself:Who people think you are, Who you think you are, and who you really are.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Every subject’s duty is the King’s; but every subject’s soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience;...

So may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament.In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,Obscures the show of evil? In religion,What damned error,...

In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility; but when the blast of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up...

Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fairTo be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.

No more light answers. Let our officersHave note what we purpose. I shall breakThe cause of our expedience to the QueenAnd get her leave to part. For not aloneThe death of Fulvia, with more urgent...

What we are is not all that we may become.

But, orderly to end where I begun:Our wills and fates do so contrary runThat our devices still are overthrown;Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.So think thou wilt no second husband wed,But...

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.

They are but beggars that can count their worth.

The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.

The art of our necessities is strangeThat can make vile things precious.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on.

Within the infant rind of this small flowerPoison hath residence and medicine power.For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart.Two such opposèd kings encamp them still,In...

What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o’ Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear...

The native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.

But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

[…] my heart is wondrous light,Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.