What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel?*Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

My noble father,I do perceive here a divided duty.To you I am bound for life and education.My life and education both do learn meHow to respect you. You are the lord of my duty,I am...

Let every man be master of his time.

Time shall unfold what pleated cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?”Catherine: “I cannot tell.”Henry: “Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I’ll ask them.

That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet

Sweet are the uses of adversity,Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;And this our life, exempt from public haunt,Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,Sermons in...

Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love.

A man whom both the waters and the wind,In that vast tennis-court, have made the ballFor them to play upon.

If music be the food of love, play on.

My soul is in the sky.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascendThe brightest heaven of invention!

So. Lie there, my art.

That such a slave as this should wear a sword,Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these,Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwainWhich are too intrinse t’ unloose; smooth every passionThat in the...

Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

Fie, fie upon her! There’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out at every joint and motive of her body.

The truth you speak doth lack some gentlenessAnd time to speak it in. You rub the soreWhen you should bring the plaster.

Mark it, nuncle.Have more than thou showest,Speak less than thou knowest,Lend less than thou owest,Ride more than thou goest,Learn more than thou trowest,Set less than thou throwest,Leave thy drink and thy whoreAnd keep in-a-door,And thou...

Sabemos lo que somos pero no lo que podemos llegar a ser.

Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.

Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues.”[Stage direction, Henry IV, Part 2, Induction]

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightLike a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear,Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.So shows a snowy...

When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp’d, and ways be foul,Then nightly...

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,And nothing is but what is not.

OH ROMEO. THOU ART ROMEO. WILL YOU MARRY ME. THOU ART ROMEO.

Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.

To die, is to be banish’d from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish’d from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy,...

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for,...

Alas, how love can trifle with itself!

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow…a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

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...

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...