I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at.
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From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the observance.
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the observance.
We have some salt of our youth in us.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.
Jesters do often prove prophets.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.... There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Et tu, Brute!
Friendship is constant in all other things
Save 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.
Save 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.
What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
A plague o' both your houses
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.
Lady you berefit me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Frailty, thy name is woman
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
In false quarrels there is no true valor.
Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.
The game is up.
Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.
If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools.
It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.
Excellent wretch Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at.
For daws to peck at.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.
For Brutus is an honourable man So are they all, all honourable men.
I wish you well and so I take my leave,
I Pray you know me when we meet again.
I Pray you know me when we meet again.
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
The Possible's slow fuse is lit By the Imagination.
Strong reasons make strong actions.
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
The course of true love was never easy.
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.
I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again.
Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.
O for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
It is not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Yet do I fear thy nature It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.
What's done can't be undone.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.
I like this place, and willingly would waste my time in it.
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
But, soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
Action is eloquence.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.
What a deformed thief this fashion is.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.
To the end of reckoning.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest; and despair most sits.
When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence So sweet is zealous contemplation.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Beware the ides of March.
Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.
How far that little candle throws his beams So shines a good deed in a weary world.
I had rather have a fool make me merry, than experience make me sad.
This above all TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE. And it must follow as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Oh, that way madness lies let me shun that.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end.
The sands are number'd that make up my life.
We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.
It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
This above all to thine own self be true.
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.
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 that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
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 that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
We are advertis'd by our loving friends.
Although the last, not least.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity, but I know none, therefore am no beast.
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
Let the coming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.
He that commends me to mine own content
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
What the great ones do, the less will prattle of
If rough be love with you, be rough with love.
Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo Deny thy father, and refuse thy name...
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.
What's in a name That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
Alas, poor Yorick I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy...
Double, double toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Pity is the virture of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.
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.
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.
The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; take honour from me and my life is done.
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work.
To sport would be as tedious as to work.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.
Thou art all the comfort,
The Gods will diet me with.
The Gods will diet me with.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Fill all thy bones with aches.
What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.
Her infinite variety.
The worst is not So long as we can say, This is the worst.
I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.
But not the words.
Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
This England never did, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
Our doubts are traitors,And make us lose the good we oft might winBy fearing to attempt.
Their understanding
Begins to swell and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores
That now lie foul and muddy.
Begins to swell and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores
That now lie foul and muddy.
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god!
The attempt and not the deed Confounds us.
Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.
Sweet are the uses of adversity, which, like a toad, though ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in its head.
He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
How poor are they who have not patience What wound did ever heal but by degrees.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,--
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,--
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
The soul of this man is in his clothes.
Et tu, Brute
So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he's not robb'd at all.
It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.
See first that the design is wise and just: that ascertained, pursue it resolutely; do not for one repulse forego the purpose that you resolved to effect.
Small to greater matters must give way.
The trust I have is in mine innocence,
and therefore am I bold and resolute.
and therefore am I bold and resolute.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
I must be cruel, only to be kind.
You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense.
And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of.
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of.
A horse a horse my kingdom for a horse
Mine honour is my life both grow in one take honour from me and my life is done.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
To business that we love, we rise betime and go to't with delight.
The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
A kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
Of excellent dumb discourse.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And if I die no soul will pity me:
And wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
And if I die no soul will pity me:
And wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
Make instruments to plague us.
O Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
True is it that we have seen better days.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
I would fain die a dry death.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.
'Tis neither here nor there.
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.
I wasted time, now time doth waste me.
To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough
My tongue will tell the anger of mine heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
My library
Was dukedom large enough.
Was dukedom large enough.
When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies.
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.
To assume a pleasing shape.
Good night, good night parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
I must be cruel, only to be kind Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
We have seen better days.
I pray thee cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
as water in a sieve.
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
as water in a sieve.
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Simply the thing I am shall make me live.
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 affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Things are neither good nor bad but thinking makes it so.
We know what we are, but not what we may be.
I have not slept one wink.
I hate ingratitude more in a man
than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
inhabits our frail blood.
than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
inhabits our frail blood.
How use doth breed a habit in a man.
This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everyone else.
Speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words.
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words.
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.
Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
My salad days, When I was green in judgment.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Come not within the measure of my wrath.
So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him if stronger, spare thyself.
Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.
Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
He that dies pays all debts.
What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool, And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
The earth has music for those who listen.
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Out, damned spot out, I say
Leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just an charitable war.
I dote on his very absence.
If Love be rough with you, be rough with Love, prick Love for pricking, and you beat Love down.
Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
We burn daylight.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
Nothing will come of nothing.
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes.
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced.
Lady you bereft me of all words,
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
And there is such confusion in my powers.
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
And there is such confusion in my powers.
I am wealthy in my friends.
Thou art all the comfort, The Gods will diet me with.
I understand a fury in your words, But not the words.
I am not merry but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
When we are born, we cry, that we are come
To this great stage of fools.
To this great stage of fools.
There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad.
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad.
I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool.
Cowards die many times before their deathsThe valiant never taste of death but once.
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
Self-loving is not so vile a sin, my liege, as self-neglecting.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice take each man's censure but reserve thy judgement.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.
I have Immortal longings in me.
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petard...
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the godsThey kill us for their sport.
Though inclination be as sharp as will,
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect.
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect.
Lord, what fools these mortals be
God bless thee and put meekness in thy mind, love, charity, obedience, and true duty
For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother tomorrow.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
O, I am slain!
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
I shall not look upon his like again.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance.
The worst is not
So long as we can say, "This is the worst."
So long as we can say, "This is the worst."
The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.
The rest is silence.
The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books; but love from look, toward school with heavy looks.
He is winding the watch of his wit by and by it will strike.
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
In a false quarrel there is no true valour.
While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.
I am not bound to please thee with my answers.
Courage mounteth with occasion.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men.
So are they all, all honourable men.
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
Every man has business and desire,
Such as it is.
Such as it is.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!
The uncertain glory of an April day!
God bless thee; and put meekness in thy mind, love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
This is the short and the long of it.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.
Cursed be he that moves my bones.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
The attempt and not the deed
Confounds us.
Confounds us.
I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.
I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
I wish you all the joy you can wish.
My salad days,
When I was green in judgment.
When I was green in judgment.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Be not afraid of greatness some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
He is not great who is not greatly good.
I must be cruel, only to be kind:
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Niether a borrower nor a lender be.
I have
Immortal longings in me.
Immortal longings in me.
In time we hate that which we often fear.