Quotes by William Shakespeare: Selected Thoughts and Lines

''I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat.''

''Man and wife, being two, are one in love.''

''He is composed and framed of treachery, And fled he is upon this villainy.''

''No extraordinary gaze, Such as is bent on sunlike majesty When it shines seldom in admiring eyes.''

''Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood.''

''O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!''

''Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice, Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.''

''I am sure my love's More ponderous than my tongue.''

''God's benison go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!''

''Life itself, my wife, and all the world, Are not with me esteemed above thy life. I would lose all, ay, sacrifice them all Here to this devil, to deliver you.''

''The wealthy curlèd darlings of our nation.''

''Come what come may, Time and the hour run through the roughest day.''

''O Lady Fortune, Stand you auspicious!''

''Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! 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, conjure up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage. Then lend the eye a terrible aspect: Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To his full height.''

''I can no other answer make but thanks, And thanks.''

''I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me.''

''Our foster-nurse of nature is repose.''

''Men at some time are masters of their fates, The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.''

''I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.''

''Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it; Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it;''

''Sir Toby Belch. Pourquoi, my dear knight? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. What is "pourquoi?" Do, or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting. O had I but followed the arts!''

''Apothecary. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Romeo. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.''

''A woman moved is like a fountain troubled. Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty, And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.''

''The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls Are their males' subjects and at their controls: Man, more divine, the master of all these, Lord of the wide world and wild watery seas, Indued with intellectual sense and souls, Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Are masters to their females, and their lords: Then let your will attend on their accords.''

''Messenger. But yet, madam- Cleopatra. I do not like "but yet."''

''To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.''

''Let's lack no discipline, make no delay: For, lords, tomorrow is a busy day.''

''I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty According to my bond, no more nor less.''

''I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.''

''An honorable murderer, if you will, For naught I did in hate, but all in honor.''

''The poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them.''

''I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.''

''O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beasts!''

''Do not presume too much upon my love, I may do that I shall be sorry for.''

''Time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretched, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: the welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.''

''I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper.''

''What compact mean you to have with us? Will you be pricked in number of our friends, Or shall we on, and not depend on you?''

''O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious, periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant. It out-Herods Herod. Pray you avoid it.''

''If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it To the last article.''

''Thou hast never in thy life Showed thy dear mother any courtesy, When she, poor hen, fond of no second brood, Has clucked thee to the wars, and safely home Loaden with honor.''

''All my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.''

''When I did first impart my love to you, I freely told you all the wealth I had Ran in my veins: I was a gentleman; And then I told you true.''

''Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu; He'll shape his old course in a country new.''

''I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse; borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.''

''Howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones! Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone forever. I know when one is dead and when one lives; She's dead as earth.''

''He has his health, and ampler strength indeed Than most have of his age.''

''Calumny will sear Virtue itself.''

''If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.''

''Thou art alone (If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness, Thy meekness saintlike, wife-like government, Obeying in commanding, and thy parts Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out) The queen of earthly queens.''

''Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met.''

''When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.''

''O miracle of men!''

''Does any here know me? This is not Lear. Does Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes?''

''We know each other's faces; for our hearts, He knows no more of mine than I of yours, Or I of his, my lord, than you of mine.''

''I like your silence, it the more shows off Your wonder.''

''That she was never yet that ever knew Love got so sweet as when desire did sue. Therefore this maxim out of love I teach: Achievement is command; ungained, beseech.''

''I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.''

''At your request My father will grant precious things as trifles.''

''Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.''

''My travel's history, Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak—such was my process— And of the cannibals that each other eat, The anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.''

''Bernardo. It was about to speak when the cock crew. Horatio. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons.''

''If ever you have looked on better days.''

''Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service, there resides To make me slave to it.''

''This thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong.''

''Never was monarch better feared and loved Than is your Majesty.''

''Maria. Not a word with him but a jest. Boyet. And every jest but a word.''

''Few love to hear the sins they love to act.''

''Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense It pays the hearing double recompense.''

''Throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while. I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends.''

''Well said, old mole, canst work i' th' earth so fast?''

''Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine That cravens my weak hand.''

''Pardon, goddess of the night, Those that slew thy virgin knight, For the which, with songs of woe, Round about her tomb they go. Midnight, assist our moan; Help us to sigh and groan, Heavily, heavily. Graves, yawn and yield your dead, Till death be uttered, Heavily, heavily. Now unto thy bones good night! Yearly will I do this rite.''

''As flies to wanton boys, are we to th' gods; They kill us for their sport.''

''You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.''

''The poorest service is repaid with thanks.''

''Then thus I turn me from my country's light, To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.''

''What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?''

''I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others' uses.''

''Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy, rich, not gaudy, For the apparel oft proclaims the man.''

''O, call back yesterday, bid time return.''

''I cannot live out of her company.''

''My recompense is thanks, that's all, Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.''

''But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further; I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go the primrose way to th' everlasting bonfire.''

''Katherina. Where did you study all this goodly speech? Petruchio. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.''

''I have unclasped To thee the book even of my secret soul.''

''Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.''

''I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve.''

''I know the more one sickens the worse at ease he is.''

''Give me some music; music, moody food Of us that trade in love.''

''Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now, and they'll outgrow the garden, And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.''

''How still the evening is, As hushed on purpose to grace harmony!''

''Love's feeling is more soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockled snails.''

''Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?''

''Boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.''

''The labor we delight in physics pain.''

''She either gives a stomach and no food— Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast And takes away the stomach—such are the rich, That have abundance and enjoy it not.''

''Two may keep counsel when the third's away.''

''One that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in't.''

''O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper. I would not be mad.''

''I feel me much to blame So idly to profane the precious time.''

''If bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it.''

''Thou must be patient. We came crying hither. Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air We wawl and cry.''

''A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep.''

''You have too much respect upon the world. They lose it that do buy it with much care.''

''Wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinquepace; the first suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly-modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and, with his bad legs, falls into the cinquepace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.''

''There have been, Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now; And many a man there is, even at this present, Now while I speak this, holds his wife by th' arm, That little thinks she has been sluiced in 's absence And his pond fished by his next neighbor, by Sir Smile, his neighbor. Nay, there's comfort in 't Whiles other men have gates and those gates opened, As mine, against their will. Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves.''

''Come, let's away to prison. We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage. When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too— Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out— And take upon 's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies; and we'll wear out, In a walled prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon.''

''These mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms.''

''To die, to sleep— No more, and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to—'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil Must give us pause.''

''It is thyself, mine own self's better part: Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart, My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.''

''My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face.''

''Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven. The fated sky Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.''

''But pardon, gentles all, The flat unraised spirits that hath dared On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object.''

''Youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears Than settled age his sables and his weeds, Importing health and graveness.''

''Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.''

''I see you what you are, you are too proud; But if you were the devil, you are fair.''

''I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.''

''Let me work; For I can give his humor the true bent.''

''Poor and content is rich, and rich enough, But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor.''

'''Tis much he dares, And to that dauntless temper of his mind, He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor To act in safety.''

''Theseus. The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. Hippolyta. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs. Theseus. If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men.''

''What sport shall we devise here in this garden To drive away the heavy thought of care?''

''I do perceive here a divided duty.''

''His bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oared Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore.''

''Thou art a traitor. Off with his head!''

''Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak, for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak, for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak, for him have I offended.''

''Men's evil manners live in brass, their virtues We write in water.''

''Those that understood him smiled at one another and shook their heads; but for mine own part, it was Greek to me.''

''Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud, Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of "My Romeo!"''

''Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day.''

''I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment, But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.''

''Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty, Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare, No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; As much as child e'er loved, or father found, A love that makes breath poor and speech unable.''

''Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger; Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted; Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint; Be secret-false.''

''Sound all the lofty instruments of war, And by that music let us all embrace, For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesy.''

''I can express no kinder sign of love Than this kind kiss.''

''Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine, Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to communicate.''

''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.''

''I will be A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed.''

''O insupportable and touching loss!''

''Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings.''

''You ever Have wished the sleeping of this business, never desired It to be stirred, but oft have hindered, oft The passages made toward it.''

''O, heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy!''

''I am qualmish at the smell of leek.''

''The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes The thronèd monarch better than his crown.''

''But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in characters, And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick And he her dieter.''

''Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all. And another storm brewing, I hear it sing i' the wind. Yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head. Yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.''

''A good wit will make use of anything. I will turn diseases to commodity.''

''We have the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible.''

''Famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back; The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.''

''I am weaker than a woman's tear, Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance, Less valiant than the virgin in the night, And skilless as unpractised infancy.''

''The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love.''

''To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey, to-morrow will we be married.''

''Phebe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. Silvius. It is to be all made of sighs and tears. ... It is to be all made of faith and service. ... It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance.''

''They ... fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.''

''I swear again, I would not be a queen For all the world.''

''I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.''

''My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown Too headstrong for their mother.''

''This even-handed justice Commends th'ingredience of our poisoned chalice To our own lips.''

''Of all the men alive I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other.''

''Would he were fatter! But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius.''

''I think there's never a man in Christendom Can lesser hide his love or hate than he, For by his face straight shall you know his heart.''

''Now thou and I are new in amity.''

''I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now.''

''O, this life Is nobler than attending for a check; Richer than doing nothing for a bauble; Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.''

''The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Check'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light, And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels.''

''O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!''

''But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.''

''Eating the bitter bread of banishment.''

''Caesar should be a beast without a heart If he should stay at home today for fear.''

''Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong.''

''It is the part of men to fear and tremble When the most mighty gods by tokens send Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.''

''The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow.''

''What can be avoided Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?''

''We are at the stake And bayed about with many enemies; And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischiefs.''

''A goodly portly man, i'faith, and a corpulent, of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage.''

''Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.''

''Feed him with apricots and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries.''

''O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!''

''He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.''

''For we which now behold these present days Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.''

''Thou wilt be like a lover presently And tire the hearer with a book of words.''

''What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?''

''So we grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.''

''Graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure.''

''That reverend Vice, that grey Iniquity, that father Ruffian, that Vanity in years.''

''Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at anything which professed to make him rejoice; a gentleman of all temperance.''

''Now he weighs time Even to the utmost grain.''

''Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.''

''I am advised to give her music a' mornings; they say it will penetrate.''

''Then I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-rased, And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay, Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.''

''I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption.''

''He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.''

''He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose, like an honest man and a soldier, and now is he turned orthography; his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes.''

''Now sit we close about this taper here, And call in question our necessities.''

''There is left us Ourselves to end ourselves.''

''Come, madam wife, sit by my side And let the world slip. We shall ne'er be younger.''

''Why, he was met even now As mad as the vexed sea, singing aloud, Crowned with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.''

''Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm.''

''They say miracles are past, and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.''

''Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!''

''How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles. Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!''

''You, that have so fair parts of woman on you, Have too a woman's heart, which ever yet Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty; Which, to say sooth, are blessings.''

''This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar. He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them.''

''Remember March, the Ides of March remember. Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touched his body, that did stab And not for justice?''

''Thus may we gather honey from the weed And make a moral of the devil himself.''

''The seasons alter; hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.''

''He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth; he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.''

''Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate.''

''Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth Is with a kind of colic pinched and vexed By the imprisoning of unruly wind Within her womb, which, for enlargement striving, Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down Steeples and moss-grown towers.''

''Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires! The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.''

''I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, Although thou steal thee all my poverty; And yet love knows, it is a greater grief To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.''

''I hear as good exclamation on your worship as of any man in the city.''

''What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night?''

''A soldier's a man, O, man's life's but a span, Why then, let a soldier drink.''

'''Twixt such friends as we Few words suffice.''

''I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been, my senses would have cooled To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.''

''Enter Rumor, painted full of tongues. Open your ears; for which of you will stop The vent of hearing when loud Rumor speaks?''

''But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhousèd free condition Put into circumscription and confine For the sea's worth.''

''Double, double, toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.''

''Good fortune then! To make me blest or cursed'st among men.''

''Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live registered upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity.''

''Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.''

''Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.''

''There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.''

''Signor Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances. Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cutthroat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own.''

''Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint.''

''Ceremony was but devised at first To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none.''

''Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?''

''Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.''

''Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.''

''The power that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you, to forgive you. Live, And deal with others better.''

''The weary sun hath made a golden set, And by the bright track of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly day tomorrow.''

''Feste. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do I, too. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.''

''Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night. Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.''

''Music, ho, music such as charmeth sleep!''

''I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.''

''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.''

''A harmless necessary cat.''

''Fear no more the frown o' th' great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat, To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust.''

''O, for a horse with wings!''

''Sweet love, I see, changing his property, Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate.''

''If we are marked to die, we are enough To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour.''

''I framed to the harp Many an English ditty lovely well.''

''I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bayed the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seemed all one mutual cry. I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.''

''I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up so early.''

''Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice.''

''O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;''

''Hark, what good sport is out of town today.''

''Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dullness, And give it way.''

''East, west, north, south, or like a school broke up, Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place.''

''My father named me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.''

''Come leave your tears: a brief farewell. The beast With many heads butts me away.''

''It is required You do awake your faith.''

''Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical—these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation. I do forswear them, and I here protest, By this white glove (How white the hand, God knows!), Henceforth my wooing mind shall be expressed In russet yeas and honest kersey noes.''

''3rd Fisherman. I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. 1st Fisherman. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.''

''Love is merely a madness.''

''A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast—the very rats Instinctively have quit it.''

''Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.''

''While I play the good husband at home, my son and his servant spend all at the university.''

''A man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense, But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind, study, and fast.''

''Would I were with him, wheresoe'er he is, either in heaven or in hell!''

''The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.''

''I rather tell thee what is to be feared Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.''

''His face was as the heav'ns, and therein stuck A sun and moon, which kept their course, and lighted The little O, th' earth.''

''The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter change Their wonted liveries, and the mazèd world By their increase now knows not which is which.''

''No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger.''

''O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!''

''In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above: There is no shuffling.''

''For beauty, wit, High birth, vigor of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.''

''How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily, And whiter than the sheets!''

''Value dwells not in particular will; It holds his estimate and dignity As well wherein 'tis precious of itself As in the prizer.''

''I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns.... When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk; he trots the air.''

''Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Judean threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe.''

''When priests are more in word than matter; When brewers mar their malt with water; When nobles are their tailors' tutors, No heretics burned but wenches' suitors, Then shall the realm of Albion Come to great confusion. When every case in law is right, No squire in debt, nor no poor knight; When slanders do not live in tongues, Nor cutpurses come not to throngs; When usurers tell their gold i' the field, And bawds and whores do churches build, Then comes the time, who lives to see 't, That going shall be used with feet.''

''Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania!''

''Presume not that I am the thing I was.''

''Sits the wind in that corner?''

''I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Hath so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.''

''Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.''

''Whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the King, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.''

''Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron all in black.''

''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.''

''I am not bid for love, they flatter me.''

''God save the foundation!''

''Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remembered in thy epitaph!''

''How like a fawning publican he looks!''

''Ignominy in ransom and free pardon Are of two houses; lawful mercy Is nothing kin to foul redemption.''

''I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs. He trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge most swoll'n that met him.''

''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 whore, And keep in-a-door, And thou shalt have more Than two tens to a score.''

''One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that; Our praises are our wages.''

''Jaques. Let's meet as little as we can. Orlando. I do desire we may be better strangers.''

''Albany. Well, you may fear too far. Goneril. Safer than trust too far.''

''Lepidus. What manner o' thing is your crocodile? Antony. It is shaped, sir, like itself, and it is as broad as it hath breadth.''

''She, O, she is fallen Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean again And salt too little which may season give To her foul tainted flesh!''

''At first And last, the hearty welcome.''

''What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion Make yourselves scabs?''

''Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.''

''Come, thou shalt go home, and we'll have flesh for holidays, fish for fasting-days, and moreo'er puddings and flap-jacks, and thou shalt be welcome.''

''Troilus. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Pandarus. Words pay no debts, give her deeds.''

''Your sense pursues not mine. Either you are ignorant, Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.''

''In a false quarrel there is no true valor.''

''who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.''

''He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.''

''Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No. This my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.''

''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.''

''What a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman!''

''A day in April never came so sweet, To show how costly summer was at hand, As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.''

''When this ring Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence.''

''Now, neigbour confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?''

''If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream,''

''The King's name is a tower of strength.''

''Romeo. Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.''

''Infirmity doth still neglect all office Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind To suffer with the body.''

''Sharked up a list of lawless resolutes.''

''My more-having would be as a sauce To make me hunger more.''

''So doth the greater glory dim the less: A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by.''

''Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.''

''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.''

''The screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.''

''My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.''

''You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch, therefore bear you the lantern.''

''Guiderius and Arviragus. All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust.''

''Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!''

''Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.''

''That same wicked bastard of Venus that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen, and born of madness, that blind rascally boy that abuses every one's eyes because his own are out, let him be judge how deep I am in love.''

''Present mirth hath present laughter What's to come is still unsure.''

''Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.''

''What, courage, man! What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.''

''In an early spring We see th'appearing buds, which to prove fruit Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair That frosts will bite them.''

''What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appall the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing—no, not for a king Upon whose property and most dear life A damned defeat was made.''

''How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!''

''There is a willow grows aslant a brook That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.''

''Let Rome in Tiber melt and the wide arch Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay; our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man. The nobleness of life Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair And such a twain can do 't, in which I bind, On pain of punishment, the world to weet We stand up peerless.''

''Doth Fortune play the huswife with me now?''

''O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, So full of dismal terror was the time.''

''Believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe.''

''Jaques. I was seeking for a fool when I found you. Orlando. He is drowned in the brook; look but in, and you shall see him.''

''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.''

''Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never: Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.''

''A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.''

''Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessened by another's anguish.''

''Before the time I did Lysander see, Seemed Athens as a paradise to me. O then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell?''

''Hath Britain all the sun that shines? day? night? Are they not but in Britain?''

''Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!''

''Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.''

''Gloucester, 'tis true that we are in great danger; The greater therefore should our courage be.''

''Ten masts make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell. Thy life's a miracle.''

''I know not how, But I do find it cowardly and vile, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life—arming myself with patience To stay the providence of some high powers That govern us below.''

''O, let us have him, for his silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion, And buy men's voices to commend our deeds.''

''I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago.''

''Throw physic to the dogs! I'll none of it.''

''O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me, That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault, Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony, Nobler than my revolt is infamous, Forgive me in thine own particular, But let the world rank me in register A master-leaver and a fugitive.''

''Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.''

''In poison there is physic, and these news, Having been well, that would have made me sick, Being sick, have in some measure made me well.''

''Pray you no more of this, 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon.''

''Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.''

''Happy thou art not, For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get, And what thou hast, forget'st.''

''If you were born to honor, show it now; If put upon you, make the judgment good That thought you worthy of it.''

''I am a man more sinned against than sinning.''

''God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!''

''It illumineth the face, which as a beacon gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm ... this valor comes of sherris.''

''When that the poor hath cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.''

''I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.''

''Away, and mock the time with fairest show; False face must hide what the false heart doth know.''

''Not that I think you did not love your father, But that I know love is begun by time, And that I see, in passages of proof, Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.''

''Nothing almost sees miracles But misery.''

''I would forget it fain, But O, it presses to my memory Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds.''

''Thy due from me Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood, Which nature, love, and filial tenderness Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously.''

''O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables—meet it is I set it down That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain!''

''Speak on, but be not over-tedious.''

''Fair is foul, and foul is fair, Hover through the fog and filthy air.''

''How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes deeds ill done!''

''She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.''

''They are but beggars that can count their worth, But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.''

''Macduff. What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.''

''I could brain him with his lady's fan.''

''Had it pleased heaven To try me with affliction, had they rained All kind of sores and shames on my bare head, Steeped me in poverty to the very lips, Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes, I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience.''

''There might you have beheld one joy crown another, so and in such manner that it seemed sorrow wept to take leave of them, for their joy waded in tears.''

''Weaving spiders, come not here; Hence, you longlegged spinners, hence! Beetles black approach not near; Worm nor snail, do no offence.''

''Holofernes. He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd as it were, too peregrinate as I may call it. Sir Nathaniel. A most singular and choice epithet.''

''My glass shall not persuade me I am old So long as youth and thou are of one date, But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.''

''He swore he would never marry, and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging; and how you may be converted I know not, but methinks you look with your eyes as other women do.''

''There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out.''

''O proud death, What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes at a shot So bloodily hast struck?''

''I shall th'effect of this good lesson keep As watchman to my heart.''

''When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.''

''For ever and for ever farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile. If not, why then this parting was well made.''

''Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least, Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds Reverb no hollowness.''

''Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat, To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finished joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust.''

''It is the witness still of excellency To put a strange face on his own perfection.''

''It shall be said his judgment ruled our hands. Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear, But all be buried in his gravity.''

''But look, the morn in russet mantle clad Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.''

''Try what repentance can. What can it not? Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?''

''Who can converse with a dumb show?''

''Come and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.''

''The heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honor; keep unshaked That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand T' enjoy thy banished lord and this great land!''

''Yet have I fierce affections, and think What Venus did with Mars.''

''My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, For then she never looks upon her lure.''

''Every subject's duty is the King's, but every subject's soul is his own.''

''Remember that you call on me today. Be near me, that I may remember you.''

''Superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live.''

''Th' abuse of greatness is when it disjoins Remorse from power.''

''Let's choose executors and talk of wills.''

''I cannot hide what I am. I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests.''

''I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers. How ill white hairs becomes a fool and jester!''

''Camillo. Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters. Perdita. One of these is true: I think affliction may subdue the cheek, But not take in the mind.''

''This was a way to thrive, and he was blest; And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not.''

''Since the affairs of men rest still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall.''

''Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.''

''Pale primroses, That die unmarried ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength.''

''I am so lated in the world, that I Have lost my way for ever.''

''Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with it. From this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:''

''I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.''

''I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?''

''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. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong. Hark! Now I hear them—ding-dong bell.''

''There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.''

''Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.''

''Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea.''

''O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.''

''These high wild hills and rough uneven ways Draws out our miles and makes them wearisome.''

''He raised a sigh so piteous and profound That it did seem to shatter all his bulk And end his being.''

''As dead as a doornail.''

''Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell.''

''Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!''

''Hamlet. What, looked he frowningly? Horatio. A countenance more In sorrow than in anger.''

''The worthiness of praise distains his worth If that the praised himself bring the praise forth.''

''Beguile the time, and feed your knowledge With viewing of the town.''

''Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humor? No, the world must be peopled.''

''I will go root away The noisome weeds which without profit suck The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.''

''From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life.''

''My love shall hear the music of my hounds.''

''There is flattery in friendship.''

''The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended.''

''Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound: And maidens call it "love-in-idleness."''

''For your writing and reading, let that appear when there is no need of such vanity.''

''The weariest and most loathèd worldly life, That age, ache, penury and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise, To what we fear of death.''

''... we may leisurely Each one demand and answer to his part Performed in this wide gap of time since First we were dissevered.''

''O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves!''

''Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence and leave it unpicked.''

''Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.''

''"All that glistens is not gold, Often have you heard that told; Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold. Gilded tombs do worms infold. Had you been as wise as bold, Young in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been inscrolled. Fare you well, your suit is cold."''

''They said they were an-hungry; sighed forth proverbs— That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat, That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not Corn for the rich men only.''

''Much attribute he hath, and much the reason Why we ascribe it to him; yet all his virtues, Not virtuously of his own part beheld, Do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss, Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish, Are like to rot untasted.''

''Let us not break with him, For he will never follow anything That other men begin.''

''Those holy fields, Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed For our advantage on the bitter cross.''

''There is gold, and here My bluest veins to kiss—a hand that kings Have lipped, and trembled kissing.''

''Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. Hood my unmanned blood, bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle till strange love grow bold, Think true love acted simple modesty. Come, night. Come, Romeo. Come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,''

''Our fathers' minds are dead, And we are governed with our mothers' spirits. Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.''

''Being fed by us you used us so As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird, Useth the sparrow.''

''We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch and not their terror.''

''What is it then to me, if impious War, Arrayed in flames like to the prince of fiends, Do with his smirched complexion all fell feats Enlinked to waste and desolation?''

''If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss Which is my heaven to have.''

''Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.''

''We were as twinned lambs that did frisk i' the sun And bleat the one at th' other. What we changed Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dreamed That any did. Had we pursued that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher reared With stronger blood, we should have answered heaven Boldly "Not guilty," the imposition cleared Hereditary ours.''

''Well, Brutus, thou art noble, yet I see Thy honorable mettle may be wrought From that it is disposed.''

''Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare?''

''I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people.''

''I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That sucked the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason Like sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh.''

''The bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.''

''Hermione. Pray you sit by us, And tell's a tale. Mamillius. Merry or sad shall't be? Hermione. As merry as you will. Mamillius. A sad tale's best for winter. I have one Of sprites and goblins.''

''For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings! How some have been deposed, some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed, Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed— All murdered; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humored thus, Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and—farewell, king!''

''How much methinks, I could despise this man, But that I am bound in charity against it.''

''The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are 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 eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!''

''It is meet That noble minds keep ever with their likes; For who so firm that cannot be seduced?''

''Here was a royal fellowship of death.''

''What's the new news at the new court?''

''O gentle lady, do not put me to't, For I am nothing if not critical.''

''O, he is as tedious As a tired horse, a railing wife, Worse than a smoky house.''

''Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.''

''This day is called the Feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day and comes safe home Will stand a-tiptoe when this day is nam'd And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours And say, "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian."''

''The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and, till action, lust Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame, Savage, extreme, rude, cruel not to trust; Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight; Past reason hunted, and no sooner had, Past reason hated as a swallowed bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe, Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows, yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.''

''I must from this enchanting queen break off.''

''Bottom. What is Pyramus? A lover or a tyrant? Quince. A lover that kills himself, most gallant, for love. Bottom. That will ask some tears in the true performing of it. If I do it, let the audience look to their eyes.''

''Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage, blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!''

''Women will love her, that she is a woman More worth than any man; men, that she is The rarest of all women.''

''Gertrude. Why seems it so particular with thee? Hamlet. Seems, madam? nay, it is, I know not "seems."''

''Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep.''

''Bow, stubborn knees, and heart, with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!''

''I say there is no darkness but ignorance.''

''He that shall see this day and live old age Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors And say, "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian."''

''Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?''

''Rosencrantz. What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? Hamlet. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.''

''O that estates, degrees, and offices Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honor Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!''

''Orsino. There's for thy pains. Feste. No pains, sir, I take pleasure in singing, sir. Orsino. I'll pay thy pleasure then. Feste. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.''

''As I stood here below, methought his eyes Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses, Horns whelked and waved like the enridgèd sea. It was some fiend.''

''The tyrannous and bloody deed is done, The most arch deed of piteous massacre That ever yet this land was guilty of.''

''Don Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband. Leonato. O, by no means; she mocks all her wooers out of suit.''

''The very bottom and the soul of hope, The very list, the very utmost bound Of all our fortunes.''

''All strange and terrible events are welcome, But comforts we despise.''

''Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child Than the sea-monster.''

''To beguile the time, Look like the time, bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue; look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.''

''And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worser by th' excuse.''

''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, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?''

''Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause Will he be satisfied.''

''If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me.''

''Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image.''

''Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood, Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.''

''How sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives, And here have I the daintiness of ear To check time broke in a disordered string; But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath Time made me his numbering clock. My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell.''

''Life's uncertain voyage.''

''Think not, thou noble Roman, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome. He bears too great a mind.''

''The year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o'the season Are our carnations and streaked gillyvors.''

''Memory, the warder of the brain.''

''The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth.''

''What time of day is it, lad?''

''Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.''

''Fast bind, fast find, A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.''

''A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. One who the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish like enchanting harmony.''

''What's done cannot be undone.''

''Mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.''

''Why, this is very midsummer madness.''

''The sweet silent hours of marriage joys.''

''How should I your true-love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoon.''

''Claudio. The old ornament of his cheek hath already stuffed tennis-balls. Leonato. Indeed, he looks younger than he did, by the loss of a beard.''

''In the quick forge and working-house of thought.''

''O sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! darkling stand The varying shore o' th' world!''

''I am famished in his service; you may tell every finger I have with my ribs.''

''Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursèd in the calendar!''

''O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.''

''Small herbs have grace; great weeds do grow apace.''

''Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.''

''Simonides. And she is fair too, is she not? Pericles. As a fair day in summer, wondrous fair.''

''Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wondered at By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapors that did seem to strangle him''

''I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear.''

''Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove.''

''Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful; And pity to the general wrong of Rome— As fire drives out fire, so pity pity— Hath done this deed on Caesar.''

''The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.''

''What is love? 'Tis not hereafter, Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. Youth's a stuff will not endure.''

''Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?''

''Upon the King! Let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins lay on the King! We must bear all. O hard condition, Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel But his own wringing! What infinite heartsease Must kings neglect that private men enjoy! And what have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save general ceremony? And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshipers? What are thy rents? What are thy comings-in? O ceremony, show me but thy worth! What is thy soul of adoration? Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, Creating awe and fear in other men?''

''O my soul's joy, If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have wakened death! And let the laboring bark climb hills of seas Olympus-high, and duck again as low As hell's from heaven!''

''If she be false, O then heaven mocks itself! I'll not believe't.''

''There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous man, yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime in it.''

''With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt.''

''This our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.''

''By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honor I am the most offending soul alive.''

''Sparrows must not build in his house-eaves, because they are lecherous.''

''The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible.''

''See how the giddy multitude do point And nod their heads and throw their eyes on thee!''

''An old man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt as, God help, I would desire they were; but, in faith, honest as the skin between his brows.''

''A peevish self-willed harlotry, One that no persuasion can do good upon.''

''Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.''

''My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.''

''What, shall we curse the planets of mishap That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?''

''Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.''

''You are a thousand times a properer man Than she a woman. 'Tis such fools as you That makes the world full of ill-favored children.''

''This blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this England This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, . . . This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land.''

''He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age!''

''I do believe thee; I saw his heart in's face.''

''Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, anything.''

''So wise so young, they say, do never live long.''

''O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.''

''Bear your body more seeming, Audrey.''

''The oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the confirmer of false reckonings.''

''A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like watch When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.''

''Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.''

''Lear. How old art thou? Kent. Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for anything.''

''All things are ready if our minds be so.''

''There's a great spirit gone!''

''Ferdinand. I do beseech you— Chiefly that I may set it in my prayers— What is your name? Miranda. Miranda.—O my father, I have broke your hest to say so. Ferdinand. Admired Miranda, Indeed the top of admiration! worth What's dearest to the world!''

''When he was naked he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.''

''An apple cleft in two is not more twin Than these two creatures.''

''Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.''

''The fewer men, the greater share of honor.''

''He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.''

''How now, my sweet creature of bombast, how long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?''

''My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.''

''There is thy gold—worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.''

''On the Alps It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on.''

''I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove. I will roar you and 'twere any nightingale.''

''Though mine enemy thou hast ever been, High sparks of honor in thee have I seen.''

''As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky— So at his sight away his fellows fly.''

''Our hands are full of business, let's away, Advantage feeds him fat while men delay.''

''That we would do We should do when we would, for this "would" changes, And hath abatements and delays as many As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents.''

''O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honorable.''

''1st Murderer. Where's thy conscience now?... 2nd Murderer. I'll not meddle with it. It makes a man a coward.... It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found. It beggars any man that keeps it. It is turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it.''

''God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.''

''I have heard That guilty creatures sitting at a play Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaimed their malefactions.''

''To awake your dormouse valor, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver.''

''O, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!''

''For conspiracy, I know not how it tastes, though it be dished For me to try how.''

''Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.''

''I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women (as I perceive by your simpering, none of you hates them), that between you and the women the play may please.''

''If I had a mind to be honest, I see Fortune would not suffer me: she drops booties in my mouth.''

''Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.''

''Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honor bright; to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail, In monumental mockery.''

''Old Nestor—whose wit was mouldy ere your grandsires had nails on their toes.''

''Now God be praised, that to believing souls Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!''

''She is a theme of honor and renown, A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds, Whose present courage may beat down our foes, And fame in time to come canonize us.''

''It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell thee on the tree.''

''Ere I could Give him that parting kiss which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And like the tyrannous breathing of the north Shakes all our buds from growing.''

''Touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks!''

''Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shall die.''

''Don Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you have put him down. Beatrice. So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools.''

''Thriftless ambition, that will raven up Thine own life's means!''

''I shall not want false witness to condemn me, Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt. The ancient proverb will be well effected: "A staff is quickly found to beat a dog."''

''Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.''

''Let still the woman take An elder than herself. So wears she to him; So sways she level in her husband's heart.''

''Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!''

''A heavier task could not have been imposed Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.''

''Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, But still remember what the Lord hath done.''

''In cases of defense 'tis best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems.''

''The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day, and at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine.''

''These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us.''

''Gloucester. O, let me kiss that hand! Lear. Let me wipe it first, it smells of mortality. Gloucester. O ruined piece of nature! This great world Shall so wear out to nought.''

''I saw her hand, she has a leathern hand, A freestone-colored hand. I verily did think That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands.''

''When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.''

''Therefore is love said to be a child Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.''

''Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber. Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.''

''My endeavors Have ever come too short of my desires. Yet filed with my abilities.''

''When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh, the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o'the year, For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.''

''A man can die but once, we owe God a death.''

''He is the only man of Italy, Always excepted my dear Claudio.''

''When I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waist, I could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring. A plague of sighing and grief, it blows a man up like a bladder.''

''Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.''

''And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey And last eat up himself.''

''My noble friend, chew upon this.''

''We may outrun By violent swiftness that which we run at, And lose by over-running.''

''What shall Cordelia speak? Love, and be silent.''

''The moon shines bright. In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise, in such a night Troilus methinks mounted the Troyan walls, And sighed his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.''

''He is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant.''

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

''I had rather hear a brazen canstick turned, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree, And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry. 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.''

''You shall be as a father to my youth, My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear, And I will stoop and humble my intents To your well-practiced wise directions.''

''What's to do? Shall we go see the relics of this town?''

''Your father was ever virtuous, and holy men at their death have good inspirations.''

''Cinna. I am not Cinna the conspirator. Fourth Plebian. It is no matter, his name's Cinna! Pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.''

''Have I in conquest stretched mine arm so far To be afeared to tell greybeards the truth?''

''But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.''

''O! never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seemed my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: That is my home of love; if I have ranged, Like him that travels, I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that myself bring water for my stain. Never believe, though in my nature reigned All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, That it could so preposterously be stained, To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.''

''Thou art come to answer A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, Uncapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy.''

''Black brows they say Become some women best, so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semicircle, Or a half-moon made with a pen.''

''You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own.''

''Here is everything advantageous to life.''

''Of comfort no man speak. Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs, Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.''

''Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile.''

''The lady protests too much, methinks.''

''Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain.''

''I heard a bustling rumor like a fray, And the wind blows it from the Capitol.''

''There is no man hath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of, nor any man an attaint but he carries some stain of it.''

''Shall we rest us here, And by relating tales of others' griefs, See if 'twill teach us to forget our own?''

''The truest poetry is the most feigning.''

''Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained, And prayed me oft forbearance; did it with A pudency so rosy the sweet view on't Might well have warmed old Saturn; that I thought her As chaste as unsunned snow.''

''When workmen strive to do better than well, They do confound their skill in covetousness.''

''It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.''

''I had been happy, if the general camp, Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known.''

''Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!"''

''He must needs go that the devil drives.''

''You have begot me, bred me, loved me. I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honor you.''

''Your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and everything about you demonstrating a careless desolation.''

''When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.''

'''Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth, But the plain single vow that is vowed true. What is not holy, that we swear not by, But take the Highest to witness.''

''They say this town is full of cozenage: As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye, Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind, Soul-killing witches that deform the body, Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks, And many such-like liberties of sin.''

''O how full of briers is this working-day world!''

''Revels, dances, masques, and merry hours Forerun fair love, strewing her way with flowers.''

''The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.''

''But soft, behold! lo where it comes again! I'll cross it though it blast me. Stay, illusion!''

''He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one, Exceeding wise, fair-spoken and persuading.''

''As many lies as will lie in thy paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England.''

''I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.''

''I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour that they smote the air, For breathing in their faces, beat the ground For kissing of their feet.''

''He is superstitious grown of late, Quite from the main opinion he held once Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.''

''Now I feed myself With most delicious poison.''

''To get your living by the copulation of cattle.''

''Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.''

''Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.''

''The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.''

''That high All-seer which I dallied with Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head, And given in earnest what I begged in jest.''

''Thy jealous fits Have scared thy husband from the use of wits.''

''He that dies pays all debts.''

''Three parts of him Is ours already, and the man entire Upon the next encounter yields him ours.''

''Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once, And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy. How would you be If He which is the top of judgment should But judge you as you are? O, think on that, And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.''

''Thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart—but it is no matter.''

''I am sure 'tis safer to Avoid what's grown than question how 'tis born.''

''I have heard, but not believed, the spirits o'the dead May walk again.''

''By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is aweary of this great world.''

''We go to gain a little patch of ground That hath in it no profit but the name.''

''Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?''

''I am sure care's an enemy to life.''

''I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.''

''This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.''

'''Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus.''

''O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!''

''He receives comfort like cold porridge.''

''Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace, and lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death.''

''I would be loath to cast away my speech, for besides that it is excellently well penned, I have taken great pains to con it.''

''Banquo, thy soul's flight, If it find heaven, must find it out tonight.''

''A good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white, a fair face will wither, a full eye will wax hollow, but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon—or rather the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly.''

''For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoised with his own petard.''

''So wise so young, they say, do never live long.''

''Come, thou monarch of the vine.''

''There is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.''

''Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? Such may rail against great buildings.''

''Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights. Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.''

''We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion.''

''There's such divinity doth hedge a king That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.''

''Thus to persist In doing wrong extenuates not wrong, But makes it much more heavy.''

''One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.''

''She prizes not such trifles as these are. The gifts she looks from me are packed and locked Up in my heart, which I have given already, But not delivered.''

''What great ones do, the less will prattle of.''

''O! grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with time's deformèd hand Have written strange defeatures in my face.''

''Don Pedro. Will you have me, lady? Beatrice. No, my lord, unless I might have another for working-days: your grace is too costly to wear every day.''

''Nothing that can be can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes.''

''Now I see our lances are but straws, Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare, That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.''

''Tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life.''

''In the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.''

''Where the greater malady is fixed, The lesser is scarce felt.''

''The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.''

''They will steal anything, and call it purchase.''

''Consideration like an angel came And whipped th' offending Adam out of him.''

''I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.''

''This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here.''

''The best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith that all that look on him love him.''

''I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.''

''But come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight.''

''The venom clamors of a jealous woman Poisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.''

''Macbeth. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? Doctor. Therein the patient Must minister to himself.''

''Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.''

''I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leaped into my seat; the thought whereof Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards.''

''Et tu, Bruté?''

''Well then, it now appears you need my help.''

''This same progeny of evils comes From our debate, from our dissension.''

''Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!''

''And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never.''

''Though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied but I am a plain-dealing villain.''

''My beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise. Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye.''

''If I should tell my history, 'twould seem Like lies, disdained in the reporting.''

''O this learning, what a thing it is!''

''Lawn as white as driven snow, Cyprus black as e'er was crow, Gloves as sweet as damask roses, Masks for faces and for noses.''

''Can no man tell me of my unthrifty son? 'Tis full three months since I did see him last.''

''For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods And made a push at chance and sufferance.''

''According to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial.''

''Plague of your policy!''

''The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!''

''A brother noble, Whose nature is so far from doing harms That he suspects none.''

''You come most carefully upon your hour.''

''Amiens. My voice is ragged, I know I cannot please you. Jaques. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing.''

''The undeserver may sleep when the man of action is called on.''

''The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril.''

''Nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.''

''Now does he feel his title Hang loose about him like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief.''

''A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, And all unlooked-for from Your Highness' mouth. A dearer merit, not so deep a maim As to be cast forth in the common air, Have I deserved at Your Highness' hands. The language I have learned these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo; And now my tongue's use is to me nor more Than an unstringed viol or a harp. Or like a cunning instrument cased up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony. Within my mouth you have enjailed my tongue, Doubly portcullised with my teeth and lips, And dull unfeeling barren ignorance Is made my jailer to attend on me.''

''Who can control his fate?''

''No more but e'en a woman, and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks And does the meanest chares.''

''Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool Are thou to break into this woman's mood, Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!''

''I have trod a measure, I have flattered a lady, I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy.''

''Now mark me how I will undo myself. I give this heavy weight from off my head, And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart. With mine own tears I wash away my balm, With mine own hands I give away my crown.''

''Ever till now, When men were fond, I smiled and wondered how.''

''Don Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men done? Dogberry. Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.''

''Any bar, any cross, any impediment will be medicinable to me.''

''I as free forgive you As I would be forgiven: I forgive all.''

''Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.''

''I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults.''

''More matter for a May morning.''

''No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure scape; back-wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?''

''Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.''

''The time was once, when thou unurged wouldst vow That never words were music to thine ear, That never object pleasing in thine eye, That never touch well welcome to thy hand, That never meat sweet-savored in thy taste, Unless I spake, or looked, or touched, or carved to thee.''

''This same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me, nor a man cannot make him laugh, but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine.''

''Thus hulling in The wild sea of my conscience, I did steer Toward this remedy, whereupon we are Now present here together.''

''Alas, what danger will it be to us, Maids as we are, to travel forth so far! Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.''

''An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity.''

''Women may fall when there's no strength in men.''

''O God, that men should put an enemy into their mouths to steal away their brains!''

''Lord worshipped might he be, what a beard hast thou got!''

''O, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen!''

''I never knew so young a body with so old a head.''

''O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day.''

''When you sued staying, Then was the time for words; no going then; Eternity was in our lips and eyes.''

''But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to be a sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.''

''Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children.''

''Idle old man, That still would manage those authorities That he hath given away!''

''Now I perceive that she hath made compare Between our statures; she hath urged her height, And with her personage, her tall personage, Her height, forsooth, she hath prevailed with him.''

''For I can raise no money by vile means.''

''The two hours' traffic of our stage.''

''Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue But moody and dull melancholy, Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.''

''What a fearful night is this! There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.''

''For Nym, he hath heard that men of few words are the best men, and therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest 'a should be thought a coward.''

''The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, sir: you have the grace of God, sir, and he hath enough.''

''Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown More than your enemies.''

''But earthlier happy is the rose distilled Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.''

''Blunt wedges rive hard knots.''

''Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle; I am no traitor's uncle, and that word "grace" In an ungracious mouth is but profane.''

''You have many enemies, that know not Why they are so, but, like to village curs, Bark when their fellows do.''

''He'll go along o'er the wide world with me.''

''Mark now how a plain tale shall put you down.''

''Are these things then necessities? Then let us meet them like necessities.''

''Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate, O anything of nothing first create, O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.''

''They come like sacrifices in their trim, And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war All hot and bleeding will we offer them.''

''Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.''

''Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound, But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.''

''How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!''

''Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.''

''Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!''

''I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.''

''Welcome hither, As is the spring to th' earth.''

''Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou dost, and do it with unwashed hands too.''

''Life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.''

''Remembrance of things past.''

''Dwell I but in the suburbs Of your good pleasure? If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.''

''But soft, methinks I scent the morning air, Brief let me be.''

''All's well that ends well! still the fine's the crown; What e'er the course, the end is the renown.''

''Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!''

''Hortensio. What happy gale Blows you to Padua here from old Verona? Petruchio. Such wind as scatters young men through the world To seek their fortunes farther than at home, Where small experience grows.''

'''Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.''

''Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens, 'Tis just the fashion.''

''The greater cantle of the world is lost With very ignorance, we have kissed away Kingdoms and provinces.''

''At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.''

''Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.''

''When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.''

''No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does.''

''We were not born to sue, but to command.''

''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 beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!''

''For do but note a wild and wanton herd Or race of youthful and unhandled colts Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music.''

''A walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more.''

''Remember I have done thee worthy service, Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served Without or grudge or grumblings.''

''From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth.''

''We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be wooed, and were not made to woo.''

''For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.''

''O God, O God, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world!''

''So turns she every man the wrong side out, And never gives to truth and virtue that Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.''

''It is my lady, O, it is my love. O that she knew she were!''

''Hell is murky.''

''O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.''

''Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world.''

''I can counterfeit the deep tragedian, Speak, and look back, and pry on every side, Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, Intending deep suspicion. Ghastly looks Are at my service like enforced smiles, And both are ready in their offices At any time to grace my stratagems.''

''Then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part.''

''He hath eaten me out of house and home, he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his.''

''Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!''

''Beatrice. Will you go hear this news, signor? Benedick. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap and be buried in thy eyes; and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle's.''

''Cry woe, destruction, ruin, and decay: The worst is death, and death will have his day.''

'''Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.''

''He that plays the king shall be welcome.''

''That, he awaking when the other do, May all to Athens back again repair, And think no more of this night's accidents But as the fierce vexation of a dream.''

''Shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honors For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog and bay the moon Than such a Roman.''

''One sin, I know, another doth provoke. Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke.''

''My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn Any hard lesson that may do thee good.''

''Orsino. For women are as roses, whose fair flower Being once displayed, doth fall that very hour. Viola. And so they are. Alas, that they are so: To die even when they to perfection grow.''

''Motley's the only wear.''

''In nature there's no blemish but the mind; None can be called deformed but the unkind.''

''He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.''

''I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.''

''The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.''

''Then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!''

''I cannot Be mine own, not anything to any, if I be not thine. To this I am most constant, Though destiny says no.''

''I am a humble suitor to your virtues; For pity is the virtue of the law, And none but tyrants use it cruelly.''

''These hands do lack nobility that they strike A meaner than myself.''

''Yet this aboundant issue seem'd to me, But hope of Orphans, and un-fathered fruite, For sommer and his pleasures waite on thee, And thou away, the very birds are mute. Or if they sing, tis with so dull a cheere. That leaves looke pale, dreading the winter's neere.''

''As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.''

''Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove or most magnanimous mouse.''

''I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.''

''The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruined, and the soul of every man Prophetically do forethink thy fall.''

''Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.''

''A little water clears us of this deed. How easy is it then!''

''Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have Immortal longings in me.''

''Is this the nature Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue The shot of accident nor dart of chance Could neither graze nor pierce?''

''The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmask her beauty to the moon.''

''Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom Of good old Abraham!''

''Miranda. My husband, then? Ferdinand. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom. Here's my hand. Miranda. And mine, with my heart in 't.''

''And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, And dressed myself in such humility That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, Even in the presence of the crowned King.''

''Yet now farewell, and farewell life with thee!''

''GOOD FREND FOR JESVS SAKE FORBEARE TO DIGG THE DUST ENCLOASED HEARE BLESE BE YE MAN YT SPARES THES STONES AND CURST BE HE YT MOVES MY BONES''

''Well, while I live I'll fear no other thing So sore, as keeping safe Nerissa's ring.''

''This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise.''

''A friend i'the court is better than a penny in purse.''

''Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But with a little act upon the blood Burn like the mines of sulphur.''

''I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these.''

''Breaking his oath and resolution like A twist of rotten silk.''

''My master is of churlish disposition, And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality.''

''"Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire." Why, that's the lady, all the world desires her.''

''Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds.''

''Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me, And we, like friends, will straightway go together.''

''Treason is not inherited, my lord.''

''Speak the speech ... trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it ... I had as lief the town crier had spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say the whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.''

''Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple. 'Tis with him in standing water between boy and man.''

''She will keep no fool, sir, till she be married, and fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings—the husband's the bigger.''

''I have been up this hour, awake all night.''

''But though I loved you well, I wooed you not; And yet, good faith, I wished myself a man, Or that we women had men's privilege Of speaking first.''

''He promised to meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping.''

''Faith, I have been a truant in the law, And never yet could frame my will to it, And therefore frame the law unto my will.''

''You spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen. Newts and blindworms, do no wrong, Come not near our Fairy Queen.''

''Come, wilt thou see me ride? And when I am a'horseback, I will swear I love thee infinitely.''

''My heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord. I saw Othello's visage in his mind, And to his honors and his valiant parts Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.''

''The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.''

''And where th'offence is, let the great axe fall.''

''I might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.''

''Of comfort no man speak. Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs, Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors and talk of wills.''

''Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off.''

''He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Heard, not regarded.''

''The day will come when thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-backed toad.''

''An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.''

''These lovers cry, O ho they die! Yet that which seems the wound to kill Doth turn O ho! to ha, ha, he! So dying love lives still.''

''Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;''

''Get you hence, sirrah! Saucy fellow, hence!''

''This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change.''

''A fish, he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell.''

''Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.''

''Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run, As it were doomsday.''

''Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly, Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.''

''What man dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. Or be alive again And dare me to the desert with thy sword.''

''It is the very error of the moon, She comes more near the earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.''

''There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees.''

''I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company.''

''Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting.''

''The mirror of all Christian kings.''

''Our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up, Her fruit-trees all unpruned, her hedges ruined, Her knots disordered, and her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars.''

''Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.''

''Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.''

''Out, damned spot; out I say.''

''Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge That no king can corrupt.''

''Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down. Come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.''

''Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?''

''"My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter! Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats! Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter!"''

''What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason, And draw you into madness?''

''Do you but mark how this becomes the house! "Dear daughter, I confess that I am old; Age is unnecessary. On my knees I beg That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food."''

''Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.''

''How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed, things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.''

''I am trusted with a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage.''

''Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.''

''It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you, in my respect, are all the world.''

''Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath.''

''This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon; For he was great of heart.''

''O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long.''

''Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.''

''There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face.''

''He that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.''

''My love to Hermia, Melted as the snow, seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle gaud Which in my childhood I did dote upon.''

''To face the garment of rebellion With some fine color that may please the eye Of fickle changelings and poor discontents. Which gape and rub the elbow at the news Of hurly-burly innovation.''

''Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honor, truth, and everything, I love thee so, that maugre all thy pride, Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.''

''Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.''

''O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country's fashion. We are the makers of manners, Kate.''

''The quality of mercy is not strained, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.''

''I think this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas.''

''My life I never held but as a pawn To wage against thine enemies' nor fear to lose it, Thy safety being motive.''

''When from thy shore the tempest beat us back, I stood upon the hatches in the storm.''

''Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.''

''How now, Horatio? you tremble and look pale. Is not this something more than fantasy?''

''The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest that but seem to be so, And will as tenderly be led by the nose As asses are.''

''Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?''

''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.''

''Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves.''

''[holds her by the hand, silent] O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But, for your son, believe it—O, believe it— Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, If not most mortal to him.''

''He's winding up the watch of his wit. By and by it will strike.''

''What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? What wheels, racks, fires? What flaying, boiling In leads or oils? What old or newer torture Must I receive, whose every word deserves To taste of thy most worst?''

''You are made Rather to wonder at the things you hear Than to work any.''

''Unregarded age in corners thrown.''

''You do draw my spirits from me With new lamenting ancient oversights.''

''I mean that my heart unto yours is knit, So that but one heart we can make of it: Two bosoms interchainèd with an oath, So then two bosoms and a single troth.''

''I'll to thy closet and go read with thee Sad stories chanced in the times of old.''

''If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is damned.''

''Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you in this case.''

''Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, And thus hath so bestirred thee in thy sleep, That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream.''

''To fear the worst oft cures the worse.''

''I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow, By his best arrow with the golden head, By the simplicity of Venus' doves, By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, ... By all the vows that ever men have broke (In number more than ever women spoke).''

''Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances. Still have I borne it with a patient shrug (For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe).''

''In my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.''

''You common cry of curs, whose breath I hate As reek a'th'rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air—I banish you!''

''Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience To do no contrived murder. I lack iniquity Sometimes to do me service.''

''All the argument is a whore and a cuckold, a good quarrel to draw emulous factions and bleed to death upon!''

''When you have our roses, You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves, And mock us with our bareness.''

''I can give the loser leave to chide.''

''Aeneas. We know each other well. Diomedes. We do, and long to know each other worse.''

''O, had I but followed the arts!''

''O hateful Error, Melancholy's child, Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not?''

''Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.''

''What's this, what's this? Is it her fault or mine? The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most, ha?''

''Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.''

''Report me and my cause aright.''

''Thy loving voyage Is but for two months victualled.''

''What says she, fair one? That the tongues of men are full of deceits?''

''Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadowed livery of the burnished sun, To whom I am a neighbor and near bred.''

''This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him.''

''"Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire." What many men desire! That many may be meant By the fool multitude that choose by show.''

''But when your countenance filled up his line, Then lacked I matter; that enfeebled mine.''

''Love and be friends, as two such men should be.''

''Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.''

''Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face.''

''To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.''

''Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owed'st yesterday.''

''Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich being poor, Most choice forsaken, and most loved despised, Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.''

''It will help me nothing To plead mine innocence, for that dye is on me Which makes my whit'st part black.''

''I am fresh of spirit and resolved To meet all perils very constantly.''

''Is it sin To rush into the secret house of death Ere death dare come to us?''

''What, girl, though grey Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get goal for goal of youth.''

''Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, Honest water, which ne'er left man i' th' mire.''

''Thy brother by decree is banishèd. If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.''

''Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.''

''There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the world So soon as yours, could win me.''

''They say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.''

''No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.''

''There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.''

''Our bad neighbor makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful and good husbandry.''

''Adultery? Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery? No. The wren goes to 't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester's bastard son Was kinder to his father than my daughters Got 'tween the lawful sheets. To 't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.''

''No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage.''

''We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no laboring i' the winter.''

''Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep.''

''Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid.''

''She cannot love, Nor take no shape nor project of affection, She is so self-endeared.''

''All you that kiss my Lady Peace at home.''

''The moon, like to a silver bow New bent in heaven, shall behold the night Of our solemnities.''

''Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; Treason is but trusted like the fox, Who never so tame, so cherished and locked up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.''

''Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she; She is the hopeful lady of my earth.''

''It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.''

''The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation.''

''For government, though high, and low, and lower, Put into parts, doth keep in one consent, Congreeing in a full and natural close, Like music.''

''Barnes are blessings.''

''There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.''

''What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong?''

''In my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.''

''Friends am I with you all, and love you all.''

''O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!''

''Thy blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none. Be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key. Be checked for silence But never taxed for speech.''

''O you mighty gods! This world I do renounce, and in your sights Shake patiently my great affliction off. If I could bear it longer, and not fall To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, My snuff and loathed part of nature should Burn itself out.''

''Falstaff. I am old, I am old. Doll Tearsheet. I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them all.''

''Under an old oak, whose boughs were mossed with age And high top bald with dry antiquity.''

''So work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.''

''When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swollen face?''

''Ha? No more moving? Still as the grave.''

''This is the excellent foppery of the world: that when we are sick in fortune—often the surfeits of our own behaviour—we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence.... An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!''

''Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.''

''Advantage is a better soldier than rashness.''

''Beauty and honor in her are so mingled That they have caught the king.''

''What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.''

''Those that do teach young babes Do it with gentle means and easy tasks.''

''But your discretions better can persuade Than I am able to instruct or teach, And therefore, as we hither came in peace, So let us still continue peace and love.''

''I think he only loves the world for him.''

''I stalk about her door Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks Staying for waftage.''

''Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!''

''How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!''

''When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with.''

''O, these naughty times Puts bars between the owners and their rights!''

''This day I breathèd first—time is come round, And where I did begin, there shall I end. My life is run his compass.''

''O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!''

''A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but as a drunken sleep, careless, reckless, and fearless of what's past, present, or to come; insensible of mortality, and desperately mortal.''

''The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime Like widowed wombs after their lords' decease.''

''I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man.''

''But we are spirits of another sort. I with the morning's love have oft made sport, And like a forester the groves may tread Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessèd beams, Turns unto yellow gold his salt green streams.''

''I do desire we may be better strangers.''

''How sweetly you do minister to love, That know love's grief by his complexion!''

''Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good night till it be morrow.''

''Take, O take, those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again Bring again: Seals of love but sealed in vain,''

''Soothsayer. Beware the Ides of March. Caesar. He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass.''

''I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged. It could not be else, I have drunk medicines.''

''Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn The power of man; for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth.''

''The night has been unruly. Where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down, and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' th' air, strange screams of death, And prophesying with accents terrible Of dire combustion and confused events, New-hatched to the woeful time.''

''She's noble born, And like her true nobility she has Carried herself towards me.''

''Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.''

''An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.''

''In companions That do converse and waste the time together, Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love, There must be needs a like proportion Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit.''

'''Tis best to give him way, he leads himself.''

''Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.''

''A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! O wise young judge, how I do honor thee!''

''He that but fears the thing he would not know Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes That what he feared is chanced.''

''Never so rich a gem Was set in worse than gold.''

''I will go lose myself, And wander up and down to view the city.''

''In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment.''

''But we are soldiers, And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, That means not, hath not, or is not in love.''

''Let us sit and mock the good huswife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.''

''Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds! Roast me in sulphur! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!''

''A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.''

''Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.''

''Shallow. Doth she hold her own well? Falstaff. Old, old, Master Shallow. Shallow. Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose but be old, certain she's old.''

''Well, if my wind were but long enough to say my prayers, I would repent.''

''How ill this taper burns! Ha! Who comes here? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition.''

''Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease.''

''The dove and very blessed spirit of peace.''

''The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.''

'''Tis not hard, I think, For men so old as we to keep the peace.''

''I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct.''

''Give the devil his due.''

''That trunk of humors, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly.''

''A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words.''

''Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys; renown and grace is dead, The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.''

''You, mistress, That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And keeps the gate of hell!''

''Women's weapons, water-drops.''

''First Plebian. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator! Cinna. I am Cinna the poet! I am Cinna the poet! Fourth Plebian. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.''

''Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Here's three on's are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more than such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.''

''But his flawed heart (Alack, too weak the conflict to support!) 'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Burst smilingly.''

''Receive what cheer you may; The night is long that never finds the day.''

''Douglas. Now remains a sweet reversion— We may boldly spend, upon the hope Of what is to come in. A comfort of retirement lives in this. Hotspur. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto.''

''Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.''

''We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the show of violence, For it is as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery.''

''Thus far with rough and all-unable pen Our bending author hath pursued the story. In little room confining mighty men.''

''Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruisèd youth with unstuffed brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.''

''One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.''

''This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleep That from this golden rigol hath divorced So many English kings.''

''My trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood in its contrary, as great As my trust was; which had indeed no limit, A confidence sans bound.''

''I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.''

''These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, Or lose myself in dotage.''

''Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both!''

''Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers?''

''The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.''

''This is mere madness, And thus a while the fit will work on him. Anon, as patient as the female dove When that her golden couplets are disclosed, His silence will sit drooping.''

''Don Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head? Claudio. Yes, and text underneath, "Here dwells Benedick, the married man?"''

''The man that once did sell the lion's skin While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him.''

''Over thy wounds now do I prophesy ... A curse shall light upon the limbs of men, Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy.''

''Let four captains Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage, For he was likely, had he been put on, To have proved most royally.''

''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.''

''Well said—that was laid on with a trowel.''

''Hamlet. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia. 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet. As woman's love.''

''Men must endure Their going hence even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.''

'''Tis not your inky brows, your black silk hair, Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream That can entame my spirits to your worship.''

''Here feel we not the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference.''

''Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.''

''O, you shall see him laugh till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.''

''Romeo. I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio. And so did I. Romeo. Well, what was yours? Mercutio. That dreamers often lie. Romeo. In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. Mercutio. O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Over men's noses as they lie asleep.''

''I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death; the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me.''

''Death makes no conquest of this conqueror, For now he lives in fame though not in life.''

''Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale.''

''Thus did I keep my person fresh and new, My presence, like a robe pontifical, Ne'er seen but wondered at, and so my state, Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast.''

''The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, The plainsong cuckoo grey, Whose note full many a man doth mark And dares not answer nay.''

''It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects.''

''If thou survive my well-contented day When that churl death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover; Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripped by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme Exceeded by the height of happier men. Oh, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought— \'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage: But since he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.'''

''When my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.''

''There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out.''

''We have scorched the snake, not killed it: She'll close and be herself.''

''Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!''

''But jealous souls will not be answered so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. It is a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.''

''Art made tongue-tied by authority.''

''Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours Between our after-supper and bedtime?''

''Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.''

''But it was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.''

''He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.''

''Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hooves i' the receiving earth; For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings.''

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''O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.''

''Now let it work! Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt.''

''Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.''

''But virtue, as it never will be moved, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, So lust, though to a radiant angel linked, Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage.''

''I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.''

''For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressed To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay A glorious angel. Then if angels fight, Weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the right.''

''We will have rings and things, and fine array, And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o' Sunday.''

''Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.''

''If he say so, may his pernicious soul Rot half a grain a day! He lies to the heart.''

''When the cross blue lightning seemed to open The breast of heaven, I did present myself Even in the aim and very flash of it.''

''Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.''

''By my troth, this is the old fashion. You two never meet but you fall to some discord.''

''Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.''

''Prince Hal. Why, thou owest God a death. Falstaff. 'Tis not due yet, I would be loath to pay him before his day.''

''Mamillius. What color are your eyebrows? 1st Lady. Blue, my lord. Mamillius. Nay, that's a mock. I have seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.''

''The gentleman is learned, and a most rare speaker.''

''My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes there is more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go: My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet by heaven I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.''

''If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star.''

''Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.''

''We marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature—change it rather; but The art itself is nature.''

''Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.''

''Sad hours seem long.''

''By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks.''

''O what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!''

''You starveling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish!''

''Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself!''

''Since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determinèd to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.''

''When you do dance, I wish you A wave o'the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that, move still, still so, And own no other function.''

''Think on me, That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black. And wrinkled deep in time?''

''Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky.''

''I and my bosom must debate awhile, And then I would no other company.''

''I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am armed To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his.''

''If you meet a thief, you may suspect him, by virtue of your office, to be no true man.''

''Authority, though it err like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top.''

''I know our country disposition well; In Venice they do let God see the pranks They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.''

''No doubt they rose up early to observe The rite of May.''

''If then true lovers have ever been crossed It stands as an edict in destiny. Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross, As due to love and thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears—poor fancy's followers.''

''If I can cross him any way, I bless myself every way.''

''There lives not three good men unhanged in England, and one of them is fat and grows old.''

''Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you—trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, the whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.''

''Ingratitude is monstrous, and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude.''

''I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.''

''Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.''

''Yet do I fear thy nature, It is too full o'th' milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.''

''As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.''

''I am the king of courtesy ... a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy.''

''The hideous god of war.''

''Sir Toby Belch. Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale? Feste. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth, too.''

''Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge.''

''Horatio. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Hamlet. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.''

''Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past; Begin these woodbirds but to couple now?''

''Maria. Nay, but say true, does it work upon him? Sir Toby Belch. Like aqua vitae with a midwife.''

''But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.''

''My talk to thee must be how Benedick Is sick in love with Beatrice. Of this matter Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made, That only wounds by hearsay.''

''If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre.''

''West of this place, down in the neighbor bottom, The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream Left on your right hand brings you to the place.''

''Alonzo. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts. I find They are inclined to do so. Sebastian. Please you, sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it. It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter.''

''Doth it not show vilely in me to desire small beer?''

''Here's a good world the while! Who is so gross That cannot see this palpable device? Yet who's so bold but says he sees it not.''

''Look, I draw the sword myself; take it, and hit The innocent mansion of my love, my heart. Fear not, 'tis empty of all things but grief.''

''I'll not be made a soft and dull-eyed fool To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield To Christian intercessors.''

''Soft you, a word or two before you go.''

''You have been a boggler ever.''

''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.''

''My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.''

''Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far From thy report as thou from honor, and Solicits here a lady that disdains Thee and the devil alike.''

''Let go thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill lest it break thy neck with following; but the great one that goes upward, let him draw thee after.''

''A hovering temporizer, that Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Inclining to them both.''

''How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!''

''You have both said well, And on the cause and question now in hand Have glozed, but superficially—not much Unlike young men whom Aristotle thought Unfit to hear moral philosophy.''

''Alonso. What harmony is this? My good friends, hark! Gonzalo. Marvelous sweet music!''

''I will be deaf to pleading and excuses. Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses.''

''By med'cine life may be prolong'd, yet death Will seize the doctor too.''

''I am a fellow o'the strangest mind i'the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether.''

''The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.''

''Every drop of blood That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, Is guilty of a several bastardy If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath passed from him.''

''Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?''

''I must go and meet with danger there, Or it will seek me in another place, And find me worse provided.''

''He will to his Egyptian dish again.''

''Alas, why would you heap this care on me? I am unfit for state and majesty. I do beseech you take it not amiss, I cannot nor I will not yield to you.''

''But thoughts, the slaves of life, and life, time's fool, And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.''

''Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter.''

''Ourself will mingle with society And play the humble host.''

''To offend and judge are distinct offices, And of opposed natures.''

''He that has and a little tiny wit— With heigh-ho, the wind and the rain— Must make content with his fortunes fit, Though the rain it raineth every day.''

''Celerity is never more admired Than by the negligent.''

''And what's he then that says I play the villain, When this advice is free I give, and honest, Probal to thinking, and indeed the course To win the Moor again?''

''In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note, But 'tis my heart that loves what they dispise,''

''Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Draw near them then in being merciful. Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.''

''Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good night till it be morrow.''

''Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar, My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.''

''Polonius. What do you read, my lord? Hamlet. Words, words, words.''

''Summer's lease hath all too short a date.''

''He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war.''

''Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place.''

''There's small choice in rotten apples.''

''He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.''

''She thanked me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.''

''Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may!''

''No more be grieved at that which thou hast done, Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud, Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. All men make faults, and even I in this, Authorizing thy trespass with compare, My self corrupting salving thy amiss, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are:''

''Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.''

''Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labor both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks, and true obedience— Too little payment for so great a debt. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband; And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel And graceless traitor to her loving lord?''

''Poor fellow never joyed since the price of oats rose, it was the death of him.''

''I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"''

''If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.''

''I see that Time's the king of men; He's both their parent, and he is their grave, And gives them what he will, not what they crave.''

''Gentlemen in England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.''

''Glendower. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur. Why, so can I, or so can any man. But will they come when you do call for them?''

''I cannot choose but weep to think they would lay him i'th' cold ground.''

''Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine.''

''Seems, madam? Nay, it is. I know not "seems". 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good Mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly. These indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play. But I have that within which passes show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.''

''I would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well.''

''I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.''

''Angels and ministers of grace defend us!''

''In following him, I follow but myself.''

''Thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal.''

''Whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take.''

''This is the excellent foppery of the world: that when we are sick in fortune—often the surfeits of our own behaviour—we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence.... An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!''

''Let's shake our heads and say, As 'twere a knell unto our master's fortunes, We have seen better days.''

''Wear this for me: one out of suits with Fortune, That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.''

''Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date.''

''Do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown; I am withered like an old apple-john.''

''A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant.''

''Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt, that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!''

''Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.''

''Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent From meaning treason to our royal person As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove.''

''We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.''

''We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.''

''Along with them They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain, A mere anatomy, a mountebank, A threadbare juggler and a fortune-teller, A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp looking wretch, A living dead man.''

''Husband, I come! Now to that name my courage prove my title!''

''I care not for you, And am so near the lack of charity To accuse myself I hate you; which I had rather You felt than make't my boast.''

''Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause, So have we all, of joy.''

''Not Hermia but Helena I love. Who will not change a raven for a dove?''

''This fellow will but join you together as they join wainscot; then one of you will prove a shrunk panel, and like green timber warp, warp.''

''Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content.''

''This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.''

''We see which way the stream of time doth run.''

''The pound of flesh which I demand of him Is dearly bought as mine, and I will have it.''

''Let me give light, but let me not be light, For a light wife doth make a heavy husband.''

''I have seen a medicine That's able to breathe life into a stone.''

''Thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise And make it halt behind her.''

''When my old wife lived, upon This day she was both pantler, butler, cook, Both dame and servant, welcomed all, served all, Would sing her song and dance her turn, now here At upper end o'the table, now i'the middle, On his shoulder, and his, her face afire With labor, and the thing she took to quench it She would to each one sip.''

''This even-handed justice Commends th' ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips.''

''Where the bee sucks, there suck I, In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.''

''She is a woman, therefore may be wooed; She is a woman, therefore may be won.''

''A largess universal, like the sun, His liberal eye doth give to everyone, Thawing cold fear.''

''Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.''

''Can such things be And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?''

''Cleopatra. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Antony. There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.''

''Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace!''

''The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.''

''Let thy song be love. This love will undo us all.''

''The lady doth protest too much, methinks.''

''Prithee do not turn me about, my stomach is not constant.''

'''Tis not a year or two shows us a man: They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full They belch us.''

''He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.''

''Make me to see't, or at the least so prove it That the probation bear no hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on.''

''Can one desire too much of a good thing?''

''Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.... Where be your jibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?''

''Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets!''

''I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have.''

''I am whipped and scourged with rods, Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear Of this vile politician Bolingbroke.''

''Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced, No hat upon his head, his stockings fouled, Ungartered, and down-gyved to his ankle, Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrors.''

''What's past and what's to come is strewed with husks And formless ruin of oblivion; But in this extant moment, faith and truth, Strained purely from all hollow bias-drawing, Bids thee, with most divine integrity, From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome!''

''To be worst, The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune, Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear. The lamentable change is from the best; The worst returns to laughter. Welcome, then, Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace! The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst Owes nothing to thy blasts.''

''They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England.''

''They have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands as over a vast; and embraced as it were from the ends of opposed winds.''

''He was the mark and glass, copy and book, That fashioned others.''

''O conspiracy, Sham'st thou to show thy dang'rous brow by night, When evils are most free? O then, by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage?''

''There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.''

''We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.''

''Since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.''

''Let us presently go sit in council, How covert matters may be best disclosed And open perils surest answered.''

''We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, Wives may be merry, and yet honest too:''

''Who ever knew the heavens menace so?''

''O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face!''

''Be he as he will, yet once ere night I will embrace him with a soldier's arm That he shall shrink under my courtesy.''

''Rosalind. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touchstone. Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was at home, I was in a better place, but travellers must be content.''

''Jaques. The worst fault you have is to be in love. Orlando. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue.''

''A lover may bestride the gossamers That idles in the wanton summer air, And yet not fall; so light is vanity.''

''She's gone for ever. I know when one is dead, and when one lives; She's dead as earth.''

''Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.''

''A turn or two I'll walk To still my beating mind.''

''Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see; She has deceived her father, and may thee.''

''They say an old man is twice a child.''

''From the four corners of the earth they come To kiss this shrine, this mortal-breathing saint.''

''Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.''

''Duchess of York. Good madam, be not angry with the child. Queen Elizabeth. Pitchers have ears.''

''Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there Weep our sad bosoms empty.''

''I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad—and to travel for it too!''

''That bottled spider, that foul bunch-backed toad.''

''Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Before me, she's a good wench. Sir Toby Belch. She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me. What o' that? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I was adored once, too.''

''Ambition (The soldier's virtue).''

''Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit.''

''You see how full of changes his age is.''

''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 have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight.''

''A whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.... When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?''

''That island of England breeds very valiant creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.''

''We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.''

''All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.''

''There's not a shirt and a half in all my company, and the half shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves.''

''I see my reputation is at stake, My fame is shrewdly gored.''

''My age is as a lusty winter, Frosty but kindly.''

''O, what men dare do! What men may do! What men daily do, not knowing what they do!''

''A terrible childbed hast thou had, my dear; No light, no fire: th' unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly.''

''My heart doth joy that yet in all my life I found no man but he was true to me.''

''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 interrèd with their bones— So let it be with Caesar.''

''Pluck down my officers, break my decrees, For now a time is come to mock at form.''

''O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purged the air of pestilence; That instant was I turned into a hart, And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E'er since pursue me.''

''That I might sleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away.''

''True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And being angered, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.''

''This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.''

''Hath no man's dagger here a point for me?''

''The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.''

''He loves us not, He wants the natural touch. For the poor wren, The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in the nest, against the owl.''

''I do not know Why yet I live to say, "This thing's to do," Since I have cause, and will, and strength, and means To do't.''

''Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing, Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking; So thy great gift, upon misprision growing, Comes home again, on better judgement making. Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter, In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter.''

''Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.''

''Had I but time—as this fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest—O, I could tell you— But let it be.''

''Lear. Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? Gloucester. Ay, sir. Lear. And the creature run from the cur? There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a dog's obeyed in office.''

''The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, The gunner and his mate, Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian and Margery, But none of us cared for Kate; For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, 'Go hang!' She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.''

''Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness foreruns the good event.''

''What's a joint of mutton or two in a whole Lent?''

''She could not love me Were man as rare as phoenix.''

''He who the sword of heaven will bear Should be as holy as severe; Pattern in himself to know, Grace to stand, and virtue go; More nor less to others paying Than by self-offenses weighing. Shame to him whose cruel striking Kills for faults of his own liking!''

''Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable entrails.''

''That part of tyranny that I do bear I can shake off at pleasure.''

''A good soft pillow for that good white head Were better than a churlish turf of France.''

''I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.''

''Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire: I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moones sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours.''

''As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb, and the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires; and as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be nibbling.''

''What hotter hours, Unregistered in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously picked out.''

''How has he the leisure to be sick In such a jostling time?''

''Romeo. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. Mercutio. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind.''

''The quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels: Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I' th' posture of a whore.''

''We have here recovered the most dangerous piece of lechery that ever was known in the commonwealth.''

''Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!''

''How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child.''

''Foul whisp'rings are abroad. Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles. Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she the divine than the physician.''

''O that this blossom could be kept from cankers!''

''He bids you ... to take mercy On the poor souls for whom this hungry war Opens his vasty jaws.''

''I' th' world's volume Our Britain seems as of it, but not in' t; In a great pool a swan's nest.''

''Polonius. What do you think of me? Claudius. As of a man faithful and honorable.''

''Well, honor is the subject of my story.''

''O sir, you are old; Nature in you stands on the very verge Of his confine.''

''I hate him for he is a Christian; But more, for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.''

''The spirit that I have seen May be the devil, and the devil hath power T'assume a pleasing shape.''

''The treasury of everlasting joy.''

''Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and then there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.''

''I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.''

''If you do love me, you will find me out.''

''Ay me, how weak a thing The heart of woman is!''

''Taffeta phrases, silken phrases precise, Three-piled hyperbole, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical—these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation. I do forswear them.''

''Read o'er this, And after this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have.''

''Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed; Never so few, and never yet more need.''

''Yonder shines Aurora's harbinger.''

''Maria. He's drunk nightly in your company. Sir Toby Belch. With drinking healths to my niece. I'll drink to her as long as there is a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria.''

''Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?''

''How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?''

''Yet by your gracious patience I will a round unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love.''

''Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.''

''Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.''

''What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted? Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.''

''Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves.''

''I see a man's life is a tedious one.''

''I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king.''

''Love moderately: long love doth so.''

''Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men, As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are clept All by the name of dogs.''

''By my soul I swear There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me.''

''What e'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time.''

''That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.''

''Constant you are, But yet a woman, and for secrecy, No lady closer, for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know, And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.''

''Put money in thy purse.''

''All her husbandry doth lie on heaps, Corrupting in its own fertility.''

''Haste me to know it, that I with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.''

''You are wise, Or else you love not, for to be wise and love Exceeds man's might.''

''She will sing the song that pleaseth you, And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness.''

''By being seldom seen, I could not stir But like a comet I was wondered at.''

''I have touched the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.''

''Cassius. I did not think you could have been so angry. Brutus. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.''

''When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring; And, for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing; For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.''

''You are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable.''

''I' th' East my pleasure lies.''

''A little touch of Harry in the night.''

''The strawberry grows underneath the nettle, And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbored by fruit of baser quality.''

''Had I but died an hour before this chance I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.''

''Is all the counsel that we two have shared, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us—O, is all forgot? All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence?''

'''Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, ... Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.''

''Malcolm. Dispute it like a man. Macduff. I shall do so; But I must also feel it as a man. I cannot but remember such things were That were most precious to me.''

''Shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty?''

''I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.''

''Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.''

''The flame o' th' taper Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids, To see th' enclosed lights, now canopied Under these windows, white and azure laced With blue of heaven's own tinct.''

''You speak all your part at once, cues and all.''

''Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends, Unless some dull and favorable hand Will whisper music to my weary spirit.''

''Humble as the ripest mulberry That will not hold the handling.''

''Journeys end in lovers meeting.''

''I grant I am a woman; but withal A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife. I grant I am a woman; but withal A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so fathered and so husbanded?''

''I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am by seeming otherwise.''

''Our indiscretion sometime serves us well When our deep plots do pall, and that should learn us There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.''

''There's nothing in this world can make me joy. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.''

''Lord Angelo is precise, Stands at a guard with envy, scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone. Hence shall we see If power change purpose, what our seemers be.''

''Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, With shadowy forests and with champains riched, With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads, We make thee lady.''

''If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain To tell my story.''

''Farewell, and if my fortune be not crossed, I have a father, you a daughter, lost.''

''Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river; there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes; my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, "Ah, ha! y' are caught."''

''Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools.''

''Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning which doth cease to be Ere one can say it lightens.''

''The second property of your excellent sherris is the warming of the blood.''

''1st Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales. Queen. Of sorrow or of joy? 1st Lady. Of either, madam. Queen. Of neither, girl. For if of joy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow. Or if of grief, being altogether had, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy.''

''Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition, By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his maker, hope to win by it?''

''Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of batt'ring days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays? O fearful meditation, where alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back, Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?''

''Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.''

''Withered murder, Alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.''

''Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rime; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.''

''I was A morsel for a monarch.''

''The murmuring surge, That on th' unnumbered idle pebble chafes, Cannot be heard so high.''

''I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.''

''Fathers that wear rags Do make their children blind, But fathers that bear bags Shall see their children kind. Fortune, that arrant whore, Ne'er turns the key to the poor.''

''He hopes it is no other But for your health and your digestion sake, An after-dinner's breath.''

''O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sound of sweetest melody?''

''Men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.''

''Jaques. What stature is she of? Orlando. Just as high as my heart.''

''What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfiet Is poorly imitated after you; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new; Speak of the spring and foison of the year, The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know. In all external grace you have some part, But you like none, none you, for constant heart.''

''I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offences as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal.''

''I love a ballad in print alife, for then we are sure they are true.''

''Williams. I pray you, what thinks he of our estate? King Henry. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide.''

''As in a theatre the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious, Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard.''

''I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass.''

''One for superfluity, and another for use.''

''To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.''

''Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?''

''The sad companion, dull-eyed melancholy.''

''Thou art a soldier only, speak no more.''

''O God of battles, steel my soldiers' hearts. Possess them not with fear. Take from them now The sense of reckoning, ere th' opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them.''

''As easy mayst thou fall A drop of water in the breaking gulf, And take unmingled thence that drop again, Without addition or diminishing, As take from me thyself and not me too.''

''Is there any cause in nature that make these hard hearts?''

''How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry! which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife! Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquered; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.''

''So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant.''

''Slander, Whose sting is sharper than the sword's.''

''Thou art all ice. Thy kindness freezes.''

''I have no cunning in protestation—only downright oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging.''

''My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.''

''Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace. Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape For thee thrice wider than for other men.''

''Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i' th' adage?''

''This fellow is wise enough to play the fool, And to do that well craves a kind of wit. He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, Not, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labor as a wise man's art.''

''Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.''

''Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.''

''Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.''

''O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper, I would not be mad!''

''This advertisement is five days old.''

''The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.''

''Show me, my women, like a queen; go fetch My best attires. I am again for Cydnus To meet Mark Antony.''

''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 bubble.''

''O that a lady, of one man refused, Should of another therefore be abused!''

''O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!''

''Truth hath a quiet breast.''

''O mischief, thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!''

''Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whilst rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.''

''So doth the swan her downy cygnets save, Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.''

''Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell. I'll begin it. Ding, dong, bell.''

''We came into the world like brother and brother; And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.''

''Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman.''

''As true a lover As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.''

''The swan's down feather, That stands upon the swell at the full of tide, And neither way inclines.''

''For her own person, It beggared all description: she did lie In her pavilion—cloth of gold, of tissue— O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature.''

''The old saying is 'The third pays for all.'''

''O, these deliberate fools, when they do choose, They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.''

''How strange or odd some'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on.''

''I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.''

''Is wretchedness deprived that benefit To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage And frustrate his proud will.''

''Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.''

''God is our fortress.''

''Murder her brothers and then marry her— Uncertain way of gain, but I am in So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.''

''Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks, And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?''

''Let me choose, For as I am, I live upon the rack.''

''O mischief, thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!''

''Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.''

''Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth, and I praise God for you.''

''Dost thou think, though I am caparisoned like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my disposition?''

''O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world That has such people in't!''

''The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite.''

''Things without all remedy Should be without regard: what's done is done.''

''Sit and see, Minding true things by what their mockeries be.''

''Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark what discord follows! ... Force should be right, or, rather, right and wrong— Between whose endless jar justice resides— Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.''

''Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!''

''I could do this, and that with no rash potion, But with a lingering dram, that should not work Maliciously, like poison.''

''Claudius. But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son— Hamlet. [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.''

''The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.''

''To imagine An Antony were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, Condemning shadows quite.''

''O, he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i' th' morning.''

''A play there is, my lord, some ten words long, Which is as brief as I have known a play, But by ten words, my lord, it is too long, Which makes it tedious.''

''I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.''

''Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and mocking at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks.''

''I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement; Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does affect it.''

''I love long life better than figs.''

''Give me your hands all over, one by one.''

''His nature is too noble for the world; He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder.''

''O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites!''

''Jessica. I am never merry when I hear sweet music. Lorenzo. The reason is, your spirits are attentive.''

''The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.''

''Here is my journey's end, here is my butt And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.''

''Now our joy, Although our last and least.''

''Olivia. Is't not well done? Viola. Excellently done, if God did all. Olivia. 'Tis in grain, sir, 'twill endure wind and weather. Viola. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.''

''Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide:''

''She never yet was foolish that was fair, For even her folly helped her to an heir.''

''Rosalind. I pray you, what is't a' clock? Orlando. You should ask me what time o' day; there's no clock in the forest.''

''From the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb.''

''Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven, Before, behind thee, and on every hand, Enwheel thee round!''

''O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.''

''There is a law in each well-ordered nation To curb those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refractory.''

'''Tis ever common That men are merriest when they are from home.''

''Those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest, and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favoredly.''

''I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man, To yield possession to my holy prayers.''

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

''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.''

''Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast.''

''O sir, to wilful men The injuries that they themselves procure Must be their schoolmasters.''

''Fare thee well, great heart!''

''Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.''

''His biting is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom or never recover.''

''I know a wench of excellent discourse, Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle.''

'''Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, ... Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly.''

''Use mercy to them all.''

''He repelled, a short tale to make, Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Thence to a lightness, and by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves.''

''This quarry cries on havoc. O proud Death, What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes at a shot So bloodily hast struck?''

''He'll make a proper man.''

''There we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.''

''But he's something stained With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him A goodly person.''

''I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words.''

''Be thou armed for some unhappy words.''

''These lies are like their father that begets them, gross as a mountain, open, palpable.''

''This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.''

''Jaques. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing. Rosalind. Why then 'tis good to be a post.''

''Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.''

''Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.''

''You think I'll weep: No, I'll not weep. I have full cause of weeping, but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I'll weep.''

''You are a villain. I jest not. I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare.''

''A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow.''

''Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again.''

''Hortensio. Madam, my instrument's in tune. Bianca. Let's hear. O fie, the treble jars. Lucentio. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.''

''Thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penned, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, With ravishing division, to her lute.''

''What infinite heart's ease Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy! And what have kings, that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save general ceremony?''

'''A parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' the tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as pen, and 'a babbled of green fields.''

''One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all, with one consent, praise new-born gauds. And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er dusted; The present eye praises the present object.''

''O, the world hath not a sweeter creature! She might lie by an emperor's side and command him tasks.''

''The melancholy Jaques.''

''The eye sees not itself But by reflection.''

''A young man married is a man that's marred.''

''A hit, a very palpable hit.''

''My way is to conjure you, and I'll begin with the women. I charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as please you.''

''By heaven, he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown.''

'''Tis a kind of good deed to say well, And yet words are no deeds.''

''From the east to western Inde, No jewel is like Rosalind.''

''I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I have.''

''Alas, poor women, make us but believe (Being compact of credit) that you love us; Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve: We in your motion turn, and you may move us.''

''The course of true love never did run smooth.''

''In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?''

''Let husbands know Their wives have sense like them; they see, and smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour, As husbands have. What is it that they do When they change us for others? Is it sport? I think it is. And doth affection breed it? I think it doth. Is't frailty that thus errs? It is so, too. And have not we affections, Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have? Then let them use us well; else let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.''

''I am glad thou canst speak no better English, for if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king that thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy my crown.''

''The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait.''

''Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.''

''The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day. Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn.''

''My grief lies all within, And these external manners of laments Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul. There lies the substance.''

''Amiens. What's that 'ducdame'? Jaques. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle.''

''This falls out better than I could devise.''

''Polonius. My lord, I will take my leave of you. Hamlet. You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will not more willingly part withal—except my life, except my life, except my life.''

''That title of respect Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.''

''An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart.''

''I am a feather for each wind that blows.''

''Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!''

''Berowne they call him, but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.''

''Now you strike like the blind man; 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post.''

''The skies look grimly And threaten present blusters.''

''Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.''

''I think he is not a pick-purse nor a horse-stealer, but for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as a covered goblet or a worm-eaten nut.''

''A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets; As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. And even the like precurse of feared events, As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on, Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climatures and countrymen.''

''Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.''

''When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will.''

''Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.''

''There's none Can truly say he gives if he receives. If our betters play at that game, we must not dare To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair.''

''In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil?''

''Never since the middle summer's spring Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By pavèd fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beachèd margent of the sea To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.''

''If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.''

''When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.''

''I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them.''

''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."''

''It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; Signifying nothing.''

''Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word, The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest.''

''How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!''

''But cruel are the times when we are traitors And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumor From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, But float upon a wild and violent sea Each way and move.''

''Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio—a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.''

''I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratched.''

''By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.''

''A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting.''

''When you do find him, or alive or dead, He will be found like Brutus, like himself.''

''Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own.''

''The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.''

''The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.''

''My friends were poor, but honest, so's my love.''

''Things past redress are now with me past care.''

''The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.''

''The great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded That thou shalt do no murder. Will you then Spurn at his edict, and fulfill a man's? Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand To hurl upon their heads that break his law.''

''This I do now, and this shall ever be, I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.''

''I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause the false way.''

''Katherina. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Petruchio. Women are made to bear, and so are you. Katherina. No such jade as you, if me you mean.''

''My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each.''

''It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.''

''Let me play the fool, With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.''

''It is a wise father that knows his own child.''

''Lay on, Macduff, And damned be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"''

''I think she means to tangle my eyes too!''

'''O opportunity! thy guilt is great, 'Tis thou that execut'st the traitor's treason; Thou set'st the wolf where he the lamb may get; Whoever plots the sin, thou point'st the season; 'Tis thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason; And in thy shady cell, where none may spy him, Sits Sin to seize the souls that wander by him.''

''My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve, Desire his death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly express'd; For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.''

''O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder. Pray can I not, 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. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?''

''O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beasts!''

''It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.''

''I pray you, how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars? But how many hath he killed? For indeed, I promised to eat all of his killing.''

''But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics.''

''I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me; I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn As you have done to this.''

''All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big, manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange, eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.''

''I love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.''

''I owe him little duty and less love.''

''I am ashamed That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus, That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, Should make thee worth them.''

''Your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Making the hard way sweet and delectable.''

''Thought is free.''

''I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.''

''Richard. Give me a calendar. Who saw the sun today? Ratcliffe. Not I, my lord. Richard. Then he disdains to shine, for by the book He should have braved the east an hour ago. A black day will it be to somebody.''

''Yes, I do think that you might pardon him, And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy.''

''Cannot a plain man live and think no harm, But that his simple truth must be abused With silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?''

''The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman.''

''When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd. But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.''

''Under your good correction, I have seen When, after execution, judgment hath Repented o'er his doom.''

''Sure He that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused.''

''You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ.''

''I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, ... And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little, little grave, an obscure grave.''

''Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.''

''The time of universal peace is near. Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nooked world Shall bear the olive freely.''

''There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.''

''The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved, That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine! Only I have left to say, More is thy due than more than all can pay.''

''If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; For such as I am, all true lovers are, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else Save in the constant image of the creature That is beloved.''

''You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave: Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.''

''Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old,''

''The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements.''

''So foul and fair a day I have not seen.''

''The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.''

''She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.''

''Whither I go, thither shall you go too; Today will I set forth, tomorrow you.''

''I will play the swan, And die in music.''

''He is a lion That I am proud to hunt.''

''Well, 'tis no matter, honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor prick me off when I come on? how then?''

''It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off.''

''The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle that we tread upon In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.''

''There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.''

''Quince. Marry, our play is "The most lamentable comedy and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisbe." Bottom. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry.''

''O, when she is angry she is keen and shrewd; She was a vixen when she went to school, And though she be but little, she is fierce.''

''Simply the thing I am Shall make me live.''

''Fie, wrangling queen! Whom every thing becomes—to chide, to laugh, To weep.''

''Use almost can change the stamp of nature.''

''Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?''

''I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise.''

''Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.''

''O, let us yet be merciful.''

''Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, whiles memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain,''

''I want that glib and oily art To speak and purpose not, since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak.''

''Art thou there, truepenny? You hear this fellow in the cellarage, Consent to swear.''

''O heavens! If you do love old men, if your sweet sway Allow obedience, if you yourselves are old, Make it your cause; send down, and take my part.''

''Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.''

''He's a soldier fit to stand by Caesar And give direction.''

''With as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio.''

''I drink the air before me, and return Or ere your pulse twice beat.''

''There have been, Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now, And many a man there is, even at this present, Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by th'arm, That little thinks she has been sluiced in's absence, And his pond fished by his next neighbor, by Sir Smile, his neighbor.''

''Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' th' sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither!''

''And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic. Not a mouse Shall disturb this hallowed house.''

''Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say "death"; For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death. Do not say "banishment!"''

''I'll view the manners of the town, Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings, And then return and sleep within mine inn, For with long travel I am stiff and weary.''

''That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.''

''Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry "Heigh-ho for a husband!"''

''How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object!''

'''Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Must fall out with men too. What the declined is, He shall as soon read in the eyes of others As feel in his own fall.''

''I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher.''

''His poor self, A dedicated beggar to the air, With his disease of all-shunned poverty, Walks, like contempt, alone.''

''The ousel cock so black of hue, With orange-tawny bill, The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill.''

''Orsino. How dost thou like this tune? Viola. It gives a very echo to the seat Where love is throned.''

''O that I were a mockery king of snow, Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke, To melt myself away in water drops!''

''The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or poem unlimited.''

''when a woman woos, what woman's son Will sourly leave her till she have prevailed?''

''Sir, I desire you do me right and justice, And to bestow your pity on me; for I am a most poor woman, and a stranger, Born out of your dominions.''

''Claudio. In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on. Benedick. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no such matter.''

''They would have me as familiar with men's pockets as their gloves or their handkerchiefs; which makes much against my manhood, if I should take from another's pocket to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing up of wrongs.''

''You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.''

''No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.''

''And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man!''

''God keep lead out of me!''

''For never yet one hour in his bed Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, But with his timorous dreams was still awaked.''

''I'the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things; for no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure.''

''O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!''

''Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faith To hold opinion with Pythagoras, That souls of animals infuse themselves Into the trunks of men.''

''Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.''

''And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own, In your waking shall be shown. Jack shall have Jill, Naught shall go ill: The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.''

''I have ventured Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must forever hide me.''

''Kindness, nobler ever than revenge.''

''I could be well content To entertain the lag end of my life With quiet hours.''

''How low am I, thou painted maypole? Speak!''

''I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.''

''Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand! Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back; Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the cozener. Through tattered clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks; Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it. None does offend, none, I say, none. I'll able 'em. Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes, And like a scurvy politician seem To see the things thou dost not.''

''When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools.''

''O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.''

''When he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still.''

''Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.''

''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.''

''The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.''

''Why, my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to my table, so many meals?''

''I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are, the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities; but I have That honorable grief lodged here which burns Worse than tears drown.''

''A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too!''

''While you here do snoring lie, Open-eyed conspiracy His time doth take. If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, and beware. Awake, Awake!''

''So now prosperity begins to mellow And drop into the rotten mouth of death.''

''My thoughts are whirlèd like a potter's wheel. I know not where I am or what I do.''

''The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne Burned on the water. The poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them. The oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.''

''He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.''

''If Cassio do remain, He hath a daily beauty in his life That makes me ugly.''

''Make thick my blood, Stop up th' access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose.''

''This queen will live. Nature awakes, A warmth breathes out of her. She hath not been Entranced above five hours. See how she 'gins To blow into life's flower again.''

'''Tis the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petard.''

''I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street; And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, That she did make defect perfection.''

''What wouldst thou do, old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak When power to flattery bows?''

''Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation; so I call it, Since not th'exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was.''

''Here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal.''

''My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.''

''To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.''

''O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed?''

''It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.''

''Since he hath got the jewel that I loved, And that which you did swear to keep for me, I will become as liberal as you, I'll not deny him anything I have, No, not my body nor my husband's bed.''

''There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell. I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.''

''Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on. Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel.''

''O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.''

''O cunning enemy, that to catch a saint, With saints doth bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue.''

''Hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent garters!''

''Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep searched with saucy looks; Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books.''

''Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme, I have tried; I can find no rhyme to "lady" but "baby"Man innocent rhyme; for "scorn," "horn"Ma hard rhyme; for "school," "fool"Ma babbling rhyme; very ominous endings. No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.''

''We shall find of him A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, If he improve them, may well stretch so far As to annoy us all.''

''In faith, he is a worthy gentleman, Exceedingly well read, and profited In strange concealments, valiant as a lion, And wondrous affable, and as bountiful As mines of India.''

''Two loves I have of comfort and despair Which like two spirits do suggest me still; The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman, colored ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride. And whether that my angel be turned fiend, Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me; both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.''

''Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired:''

''Beatrice. Let me go with that I came, which is, with knowing what hath passed between you and Claudio. Benedick. Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss thee. Beatrice. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.''

''Retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.''

''He hath disgraced me, and hindered me half a million, laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew.''

''Whose loves Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.''

''It is yours, And might we lay th'old proverb to your charge, So like you, 'tis the worse.''

''So in the world: 'tis furnished well with men, And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; Yet in the number I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshaked of motion; and that I am he.''

''All's oblique; There's nothing level in our cursed natures But direct villainy. Therefore be abhorred All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!''

''The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover, Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank. Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs, Losing both beauty and utility.''

''Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage, Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.''

''Very good orators when they are out, they will spit.''

''Life every man holds dear, but the dear man Holds honor far more precious-dear than life.''

''Thou still hast been the father of good news.''

''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 nipped, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-whit, tu-whoo!— A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.''

''Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st, yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.''

''Truly, a peck of provender, I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay, sweet hay hath no fellow.''

''He is well paid that is well satisfied.''

''There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.''

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

''What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me?''

''"Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves."''

''Is it a world to hide virtues in?''

''As thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice more than thou desirest.''

''As familiar with me as my dog.''

''These days are dangerous; Virtue is choked with foul ambition, And charity chased hence by rancor's hand.''

''She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.''

''I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.''

''Play with your fancies: and in them behold Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing; Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give To sound confused; behold the threaden sails Borne with th' invisible and creeping wind.''

''They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow— They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.''

''To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.''

''The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow!''

''The cripple tardy-gaited night, Who like a foul and ugly witch doth limp So tediously away.''

''Nor night, nor day, no rest.''

''If powers divine Behold our human actions—as they do— I doubt not then but innocence shall make False accusation blush.''

''"The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms, Black as his purpose, did the night resemble When he lay couched in the ominous horse, Hath now this dread and black complexion smeared With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot Now is he total gules, horridly tricked With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, Baked and impasted with the parching streets, That lend a tyrannous and a damned light To their lord's murder. Roasted in wrath and fire, And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore, With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus Old grandsire Priam seeks."''

''This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.''

''How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge!''

''O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed!''

''And you all know security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.''

''Downy windows, close, And golden Phoebus never be beheld Of eyes again so royal!''

''No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en. In brief, sir, study what you most affect.''

''Worse than the sun in March, This praise doth nourish agues.''

''There is no living, none, If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one That I should love a bright particular star And think to wed it, he is so above me.''

''Yet thou dost look Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Extremity out of act.''

''Ere the bat hath flown His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-born beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.''

''I will be here again, even with a thought.''

''Once more, adieu. The rest let sorrow say.''

''I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.''

''Ghost. The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown. Hamlet. O my prophetic soul! My uncle? Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast.''

''Aeneas. 'Tis the old Nestor. Hector. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle, That hast so long walked hand in hand with time.''

''The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey, The fields are fragrant and the woods are green.''

''Thou torturest me, Tubal. It was my turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor. I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.''

''So excellent a king that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.''

''Moth. How many is one, thrice told? Armado. I am ill at reckoning; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.''

'''Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.''

''Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.''

''And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.''

''A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears; see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark in thine ear: change places, and handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?''

''Jesters do oft prove prophets.''

''I'll so offend to make offence a skill, Redeeming time when men least think I will.''

''I am the very pink of courtesy.''

''Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.''

''Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.''

'''Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.''

''Oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence.''

''A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.''

''It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.''

''I have heard it said There is an art which in their piedness shares With great creating nature.''

''In the very May-morn of his youth, Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.''

''Thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson, obscene, greasy tallow-catch.''

''O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!''

''Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife, The royal banner and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!''

''Shall we be merry? As merry as crickets, my lad.''

''Ignorance is the curse of God, Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.''

''I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on th' other.''

''Yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.''

''Who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?''

''The sun was not so true unto the day As he to me.''

''She's gone. I am abused, and my relief Must be to loathe her.''

''Thou knowest in the state of innocency Adam fell, and what should poor Jack Falstaff do in the days in villainy?''

''Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees Th' inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals ere we can effect them.''

''Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.''

''Our very eyes Are sometimes, like our judgments, blind.''

''There's a time for all things.''

''He cannot flatter, he, An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth! And they will take it, so; if not, he's plain.''

''This is the excellent foppery of the world: that when we are sick in fortune—often the surfeits of our own behaviour—we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence.... An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!''

''This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.''

''O that I were a man for his sake, or that I had any friend that would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into curtsies, valor into compliment.''

''And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers? What are thy rents? What are thy comings-in? O ceremony, show me but thy worth.''

''He that trusts to you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Where foxes, geese.''

''Now the devil that told me I did well Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.''

''Gloucester. Is't not the King? Lear. Ay, every inch a king! When I do stare, see how the subject quakes!''

''O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!''

''There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the natures of the times deceased, The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life.''

''Will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time. After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.''

''A while to work, and after, holiday.''

''I'll ne'er be drunk, whilst I live, again, but in honest, civil, godly company.''

''Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself.''

''Die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.''

''A kind heart he hath. A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.''

''What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on th' event— A thought which, quartered, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward—I do not know Why yet I live to say "This thing's to do," Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means To do 't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:''

''O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!''

''I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.''

''Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief!''

''O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.''

''So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle Gently entwist; the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O how I love thee! How I dote on thee!''

''Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?''

''O yet for God's sake, go not to these wars!''

''You never spoke what did become you less Than this.''

''These sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors.''

''The worst is not So long as we can say, "This is the worst."''

''Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil. Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.''

''To feed were best at home; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.''

''I will believe thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character.''

''In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.''

''Greatness knows itself.''

''That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand upon.''

''Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.''

''O Lord, I could have stayed here all the night To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!''

''O most lame and impotent conclusion!''

''Were it good To set the exact wealth of all our states All at one cast? to set so rich a main On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour? It were not good.''

''A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain,... makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes.''

''Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh?—a note infallible Of breaking honesty.''

''Give me that glass, and therein will I read. No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?''

''The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted lord!''

''The old folk, time's doting chronicles.''

''Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not.''

''I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here.''

''Touchstone. Art rich? William. Faith, sir, so, so. Touchstone. "So, so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not, it is but so, so.''

''If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles. Alone I did it.''

''There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money bags tonight.''

''What is he for a fool that betroths himself to unquietness?''

''Jaques. Rosalind is your love's name? Orlando. Yes, just. Jaques. I do not like her name. Orlando. There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.''

''Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.''

''Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.''

''Give me your blessing; truth will come to light; murder cannot be hid long; a man's son may, but in the end truth will out.''

''Possessed he is with greatness, And speaks not to himself but with a pride That quarrels at self-breath.''

''Is it not strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies?''

''No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.''

''I am now of all humors that have showed themselves humors since the old days of goodman Adam to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.''

''I did not think thee lord of such a spirit. Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now I do respect thee as my soul.''

''The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity.''

''A fool, A fool! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. A miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and basked him in the sun, And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.''

''We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.''

''O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?''

''For what is wedlock forcèd, but a hell, An age of discord and continual strife? Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss, And is a pattern of celestial peace.''

''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.''

''Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace, Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war?''

''Little of this great world can I speak More than pertains to feats of broils and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.''

''Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, Yet, for necessity of present life, I must show out a flag and sign of love, Which is indeed but sign.''

''The long day's task is done, And we must sleep.''

''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 say, "Father, as it please me."''

''Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily. Let not our looks put on our purposes, But bear it as our Roman actors do, With untired spirits and formal constancy.''

''All my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, And follow thee my lord throughout the world.''

''Despising, For you, the city, thus I turn my back; There is a world elsewhere.''

''Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze.''

''What rein can hold licentious wickedness When down the hill he holds his fierce career?''

''Manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.''

''It is impossible you should see this, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross As ignorance made drunk.''

''The glass of fashion and the mould of form, Th'observed of all observers.''

''An honest woman's son, for indeed my father did something smack, something grow to, he had a kind of taste.''

''Come, Let's have one other gaudy night.''

''I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.''

''I should not urge thy duty past thy might. I know young bloods look for a time of rest.''

''Beatrice. But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? Benedick. Suffer love! A good epithet. I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.''

''Everyone can master a grief but he that has it.''

''This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.''

''This day is called the Feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day and comes safe home Will stand a-tiptoe when this day is named And rouse him at the name of Crispian.''

''A man can no more separate age and covetousness than 'a can part young limbs and lechery.''

''Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.''

''Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.''

''Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.''

''1st Witch. When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2nd Witch. When the hurly-burly's done, When the battle's lost and won. 3rd Witch. That will be ere set of sun. 1st Witch. Where the place? 2nd Witch. Upon the heath. 3rd Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.''

''Snug. Have you the lion's part written? Pray you, if it be, give it me; for I am slow of study. Quince. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.''

''Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.''

''Ah, poor our sex! This fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind. What error leads must err; O then conclude, Minds swayed by eyes are full of turpitude.''

''The heavens themselves, the planets, and this center Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order.''

''I will not let him stir Till I have used the approvèd means I have, With wholesome syrups, drugs, and holy prayers, To make of him a formal man again.''

''O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!''

''Be sure of it. Give me the ocular proof.''

''I had as lief have been myself alone.''

''Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That have but labored to attain this hour.''

''Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning and the noontide night.''

''I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.''

''He is himself alone, To answer all the city.''

''Good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.''

''The triple pillar of the world transformed Into a strumpet's fool.''

''What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?''

''Loose now and then A scattered smile, and that I'll live upon.''

''Fortune now To my heart's hope!''

''Joy, gentle friends, joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!''

''Two lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day tomorrow as today, And to be boy eternal.''

''Be checked for silence, But never taxed for speech.''

''I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general: he would be crowned. How that might change his nature, there's the question.''

''With his head over his shoulder turned, He seemed to find his way without his eyes, For out o' doors he went without their help, And to the last bended their light on me.''

''Thou turn'st my eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.''

''It is so very late that we May call it early by and by. Good night.''

''There is no help. The bitter disposition of the time Will have it so.''

''The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.''

''But there, where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life; The fountain from the which my current runs Or else dries up: to be discarded thence, Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in!''

''Will you buy any tape, Or lace for your cape, My dainty duck, my dear-a? Any silk, and thread, And toys for your head, Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a? Come to the pedlar; Money's a meddler, That doth utter all men's ware-a.''

''We do not come, as minding to content you, Our true intent is. All for your delight We are not here.''

''I'll read you matter deep and dangerous, As full of peril and adventurous spirit As to o'erwalk a current roaring loud On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.''

''Think him as a serpent's egg, Which, hatched, would as his kind grow mischievous, And kill him in the shell.''

''How shalt thou hope for mercy, rendering none?''

''O, that way madness lies; let me shun that!''

''Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides, Who covers faults at last shame them derides.''

''Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.''

''This must my comfort be: That sun that warms you here shall shine on me.''

''Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.''

''I am thy father's spirit, Doomed for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.''

''O, when degree is shaked, Which is the ladder of all high designs, The enterprise is sick. How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogeniture and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, scepters, laurels, But by degree stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark what discord follows. Each thing meets In mere oppugnancy.''

''The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he. His time is spent; our pilgrimage must be.''

''Ill will never said well.''

''Seven times tried that judgment is That did never choose amiss. Some there be that shadows kiss, Such have but a shadow's bliss.''

''I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.''

''Nay, had I power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.''

''I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.''

''All hell shall stir for this.''

''What comfort have we now? By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more.''

''Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Here's the challenge, read it. I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't. Fabian. Is't so saucy?''

''If it do come to pass That any man turn ass, Leaving his wealth and ease A stubborn will to please, Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame! Here shall he see Gross fools as he, And if he will come to me.''

''I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge of others.''

''Since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry Th'affliction nor the fear.''

''I speak to thee plain soldier. If thou canst love me for this, take me.''

''Cassius. Must I endure all this? Brutus. All this? Ay, more! Fret till your proud heart break.''

''For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where your true image pictured lies, Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,''

''Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.''

''Nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jowl.''

''Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden, and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth.''

''Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; we would, and we would not.''

''Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.''

''Poor harmless fly, That with his pretty buzzing melody Came here to make us merry. And thou hast killed him!''

''Lechery, lechery, still wars and lechery. Nothing else holds fashion.''

''Claudius. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Hamlet. Not so, my lord, I am too much in the sun.''

''Old fashions please me best.''

''O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear, your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting. Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.''

''Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, Which art my nearest and dearest enemy?''

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

''Well, fare thee well. I have known thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time, but an honester and truer-hearted man—well, fare thee well.''

''Give not this rotten orange to your friend; She's but the sign and semblance of her honor.''

''Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.''

''When you depart from me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave.''

''You and I are past our dancing days.''

''Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes.''

''The time is out of joint—O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!''

''Lear. Who is it that can tell me who I am?''

''A plague o' these pickle herring!''

''Teach thy necessity to reason thus: There is no virtue like necessity.''

''O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true need— You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!''

''The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long That it had its head bit off by its young.''

''Et tu, Brute?—Then fall, Caesar!''

''Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults.''

''This is the very ecstasy of love.''

''Methoughts a legion of foul fiends Environed me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries that with the very noise I trembling waked, and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.''

''O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's yard, you sheath, you bowcase, you vile standing tuck.''

''My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to thee The more I have, for both are infinite.''

''I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm Is often laudable, to good sometimes Accounted dangerous folly.''

''Time, force, and death Do to this body what extremes you can, But the strong base and building of my love Is as the very centre of the earth, Drawing all things to it.''

''The silence often of pure innocence Persuades when speaking fails.''

''Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.''

''Then England's ground, farewell. Sweet soil, adieu, My mother and my nurse that bears me yet! Where e'er I wander, boast of this I can: Though banished, yet a true-born Englishman.''

''He saw me, and yielded, that I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came, saw, and overcame."''

''Myself, and what is mine, to you and yours Is now converted.''

''Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whin'd. Harper cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time. Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw.''

''Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.''

''Let me see, what am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound of sugar, five pound of currants, rice—what will this sister of mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on.''

''Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long, And then they say no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallowed, and so gracious, is that time.''

''To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.''

''If ye should lead her in a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior.''

''Love wrought these miracles.''

''O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side!''

''Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth.''

''Thus can the demigod, Authority Make us pay down for our offence, by weight, The words of heaven: on whom it will, it will; On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.''

''O, my oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten.''

''He has the prettiest love-songs for maids, so without bawdry, which is strange.''

''O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others' uses.''

''It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with your fingers and thumbs, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.''

''More matter with less art.''

''O, when degree is shaked, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.''

''Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her.''

''Art thou gone too? All comfort go with thee, For none abides with me.''

''These clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too.''

''Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,''

''Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking. I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.''

''Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod, and the dilated spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbèd ice; To be imprisoned in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling—'tis too horrible! The weariest and most loathèd worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.''

''He hath achieved a maid That paragons description and wild fame; One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens.''

''Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.''

''You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate. There is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council.''

''All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow hell!''

''Do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.''

''Adam was a gardener.''

''Why now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.''

''Even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering.''

''One sorrow never comes but brings an heir That may succeed as his inheritor.''

''Your words and performances are no kin together.''

''O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged!''

''But I do think it is their husbands' faults If wives do fall.''

''When thou once Was beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Hirtius and Pasa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow, whom thou fought'st against, Thou daintily brought up, with patience more Than savages could suffer. Thou didst drink The stale of horses and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge. Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, The barks of trees thou browsed. On the Alps It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on.''

''Words before blows; is it so, countrymen?''

''Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough briar, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire; I do wander everywhere Swifter than the moon's sphere.''

''To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep; To sleep; perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life;''

''Heaven give thee joy! What cannot be eschewed must be embraced.''

''Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies.''

''If thou canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth sunburning, that never looks in his glass for love of anything he sees there, let thine eye be thy cook.''

''The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.''

''When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforcèd ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.''

''There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.''

''When forty winters shall besiege thy brow And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gaz'd on now, Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held. Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use If thou couldst answer, \'This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,' Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new made when thou art old And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.''

''Honor's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man.''

''It is held That valor is the chiefest virtue, and Most dignifies the haver.''

''O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!''

''In the gross and scope of mine opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state.''

''Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies In motion of no less celerity Than that of thought.''

''The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.''

''Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.''

''If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.''

''There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.''

''Thou met'st with things dying, I with things new-born.''

''She was false as water.''

''Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice.''

''Mend when thou canst, be better at thy leisure.''

''Come not between the dragon and his wrath.''

''Women are angels, wooing; Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing. That she beloved knows naught that knows not this: Men prize the thing ungained more than it is. That she was never yet that ever knew Love got so sweet as when desire did sue. Therefore this maxim out of love I teach: Achievement is command; ungained, beseech. Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.''

''Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might, "Who ever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight?"''

''Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves That could not live asunder day or night.''

''Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote; Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs, And as a bed I'll take them, and there lie.''

''Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.''

''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.''

''To my judgment your highness is not entertained with that ceremonious affection as you were wont.''

''When the mind's free, The body's delicate; this tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else, Save what beats there—filial ingratitude!''

''The bay-trees in our country are all withered, And meteors fright the fixèd stars of heaven. The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth, And lean-looked prophets whisper fearful change. Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap; The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other to enjoy by rage and war. These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.''

''How every fool can play upon the word!''

''O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide! How couldst thou drain the lifeblood of the child, To bid the father wipe his eyes withal, And yet be seen to bear a woman's face? Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible; Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.''

'''Tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th' first.''

''Urge me no more, I shall forget myself.''

''What else may hap, to time I will commit.''

''When will this fearful slumber have an end?''

''Hamlet. There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. Horatio. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave to tell us this.''

''Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy!''

''I would with such perfection govern, sir, T'excel the golden age.''

''Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavor in continual motion, To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience; for so work the honeybees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.''

''Out of this nettle danger we pluck this flower safety.''

''Realms and islands were As plates dropped from his pocket.''

''If all the world could have seen 't, the woe had been universal.''

''Sweets to the sweet, farewell!''

''We will eat a last year's pippin of mine own grafting, with a dish of caraways, and so forth.''

''To business that we love we rise betime, And go to't with delight.''

''When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence, So sweet is zealous contemplation.''

''I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interrèd with their bones.''

''When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth naught but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory: Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight. Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night; And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new.''

''Let us say you are sad Because you are not merry; and 'twere as easy For you to laugh and leap, and say you are merry Because you are not sad.''

''An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.''

''Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.''

''It is my birthday, I had thought t' have held it poor; but since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.''

''This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.''

''Had not God, for some strong purpose, steeled The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.''

''Divinity of hell! When devils will the blackest sins put on, They do suggest at first with heavenly shows, As I do now.''

''As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, So weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth.''

''Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.''

''Old fools are babes again, and must be used With checks as flatteries.''

''If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye When capital crimes, chewed, swallowed, and digested, Appear before us?''

''The noise of battle hurtled in the air, Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan, And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.''

''Thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.''

''Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man Most like this dreadful night, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars As doth the lion in the Capitol— A man no mightier than thyself or me In personal action, yet prodigious grown And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.''

''Think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.''

''I hate ingratitude more in a man Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption Inhabits our frail blood.''

''He's a very dog to the commonalty.''

''Tomorrow night, when Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage in the watery glass, Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass.''

''You told a lie, an odious, damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.''

'''Tis good for men to love their present pains Upon example; so the spirit is eased.''

''A fellow of no mark nor livelihood.''

''The fringèd curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.''

''If you find him sad, Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report That I am sudden sick.''

''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.''

''Kent. You have that in your countenance which I would fain call master. Lear. What's that? Kent. Authority.''

''Your brother and my sister no sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy.''

''Past and to come seems best; things present, worst.''

'''Tis here, but yet confused. Knavery's plain face is never seen till used.''

''I think the King is but a man, as I am. The violet smells to him as it doth to me.''

''Would I had never trod this English earth! Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it; Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts.''

''We that are true lovers run into strange capers.''

''O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven, It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, A brother's murder.''

''There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out.''

''O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite.''

''When wilt thou leave fighting o' days and foining o' nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?''

''In respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.''

''Grim-visaged War hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.''

''Thou and I Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner-time.''

''I have served him, and the man commands Like a full soldier.''

''It oft falls out, To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean.''

''Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.''

''Heaven give you many, many merry days!''

''I have been long a sleeper; but I trust My absence doth neglect no great design Which by my presence might have been concluded.''

'''Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after.''

''O! that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew; Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world. Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed;''

''The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.''

''O weary night, O long and tedious night, Abate thy hours, shine comforts from the east.''

''How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.''

''Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, loved me. I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honor you. Why have my sisters husbands if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.''

''I have speeded hither with the very extremest inch of possibility.''

''To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.''

''By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.''

''I thank you. I am not of many words, but I thank you.''

''In dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.''

''O thou monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look!''

''Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice.''

''I fear me you but warm the starvèd snake, Who, cherished in your breasts, will sting your hearts.''

''I have heard it said unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.''

''Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.''

''As clear as is the summer's sun.''

''From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.''

''I see this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.''

''Impose me to what penance your invention Can lay upon my sin; yet sinned I not But in mistaking.''

''As young as I am, I have observed these three swashers. I am boy to them all three, but all they three, though they would serve me, could not be man to me.''

''Like an unseasonable stormy day, Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores, As if the world were all dissolved to tears, So high above his limits swells the rage Of Bolingbroke.''

''Bear free and patient thoughts.''

''Either I mistake your shape and making quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite Called Robin Goodfellow.''

''He's speaking now, Or murmuring, "Where's my serpent of old Nile?" (For so he calls me).''

''Where art thou, death? Come hither, come! Come, come, and take a queen Worth many babes and beggars!''

''Phebe. Thou hast my love; is not that neighborly? Silvius. I would have you. Phebe. Why, that were covetousness.''

''This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.''

''I will not hold thee long. If I do live, I will be good to thee.''

''Freedom, high-day! high-day, freedom! freedom, high-day, freedom!''

''I know myself now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.''

''Thou dost advise me Even so as I mine own course have set down.''

''The ancient saying is no heresy, Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.''

''Brutus. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Messala. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell, For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Brutus. Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala.''

''The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.''

''If it be aught toward the general good, Set honor in one eye, and death i'th' other, And I will look on both indifferently; For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honor more than I fear death.''

''I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind.''

''He'll shake Your Rome about your ears.''

''Now have I done a good day's work.''

''Where is the life that late I led?''

''It is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal.''

''The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.''

''Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.''

''Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet—nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.''

''It makes us, or it mars us, think on that, And fix most firm thy resolution.''

''O Lord, methought what pain it was to drown, What dreadful noise of waters in my ears! What sights of ugly death within my eyes!''

''The rest is silence.''

''My wits begin to turn.''

''O God, that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.''

''For thy desires Are wolvish, bloody, starved, and ravenous.''

''Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustardseed!''

''A good old commander and a most kind gentleman.''

''No jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle; Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.''

''This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs. If we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money.''

''Love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, "That's good that's gone."''

''A milksop, one that never in his life Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow.''

''Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason, To fust in us unused.''

''Return to her? and fifty men dismissed? No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose To wage against the enmity o' th' air, To be a comrade with the wolf and owl— Necessity's sharp pinch.''

''They love not poison that do poison need.''

''There's daggers in men's smiles.''

''You are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun.''

''There's many a man has more hair than wit.''

''Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.''

''That sir which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the storm.''

''If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desired.''

''He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.''

''Beatrice. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell. Margaret. A maid, and stuffed! There's goodly catching of cold.''

''For who would bare the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?''

''Nay, we must think men are not gods, Nor of them look for such observancy As fits the bridal.''

''I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats; If it be man's work, I'll do't.''

''I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.''

''What are these, So withered, and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o'th' earth, And yet are on't?''

''The cause is in my will: I will not come. That is enough to satisfy the Senate.''

''A pox of this gout! or a gout of this pox! for the one or the other plays the rogue with my great toe.''

''There's no more valor in that Poins than in a wild duck.''

''I pray thee now, tell me for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?''

''The Moor—howbeit that I endure him not— Is of a constant, loving, noble nature, And I dare think he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband.''

''Go bind thou up young dangling apricots Which, like unruly children, make their sire Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight. Give some supportance to the bending twigs. Go thou, and like an executioner Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays That look too lofty in our commonwealth. All must be even in our government. You thus employed, I will go root away The noisome weeds which without profit suck The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.''

''She is The queen of curds and cream.''

''There's small choice in rotten apples.''

''Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee.''

''This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, Sits not so easy on me as you think.''

''How now, which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?''

''What should we speak of When we are old as you? When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?''

''It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.''

''If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come, they wished for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.''

''They say best men are moulded out of faults, And for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.''

''And we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night.''

''Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven.''

''Since the torch is out, Lie down and stray no further.''

''That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity; Commodity, the bias of the world.''

''I laughed him out of patience; and that night I laughed him into patience.''

''God knows, my son, By what by-paths and indirect crooked ways I met this crown.''

''Death is a fearful thing.''

''Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?''

''Who comes so fast in silence of the night?''

''A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.''

''My credit now stands on such slippery ground That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, Either a coward or a flatterer.''

''We have seen the best of our time. Machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders follow us disquietly to our graves.''

''Assume a virtue if you have it not.''

''He reads much, He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.''

''For this I shall have time enough to mourn.''

''Love no man in good earnest, nor no further in sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst in honor come off again.''

''Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket thou.''

''Mine ear is much enamoured of thy note; So is mine eye enthrallèd to thy shape; And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.''

''Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt.''

''But, alas, to make me A fixèd figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at!''

''I have this while with leaden thoughts been pressed.''

''Salerio. Why, I am sure if he forfeit thou wilt not take his flesh. What's that good for? Shylock. To bait fish withal—if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.''

''My library Was dukedom large enough.''

''Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shape, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice!''

''Now I will believe That there are unicorns; that in Arabia There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix At this hour reigning there.''

''I fear you speak upon the rack, Where men enforced do speak anything.''

''Though we lay these honors on this man To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, To groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven as we point the way.''

''Macbeth.If we should fail? Lady Macbeth. We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail.''

''Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.''

''Then must you speak Of one the lov'd not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe;''

''Our wooing doth not end like an old play. Jack hath not Jill.''

''If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings and the widow weeps.''

''He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.''

''Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, And merrily hent the stile-a. A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.''

''A trifle, some eight-penny matter.''

''One that converses more with the buttock of the night than with the forehead of the morning.''

''The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down.''

''An honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails, but he has not so much brain as ear-wax.''

''He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.''

''At your return visit our house; let our old acquaintance be renewed.''

''This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.''

''A poor virgin, sir, an ill-favored thing, sir, but mine own.''

''This bud of love by summer's ripening breath May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.''

''Would I were in an alehouse in London. I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.''

''See where she comes, apparelled like the spring. Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king Of every virtue gives renown to men.''

''Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, And think perchance they'll sell; if not, The lustre of the better yet to show Shall show the better.''

''The last of all the Romans, fare thee well. It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.''

''Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull, On whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale, Killing their fruit with frowns?''

''I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say, "I love you"; then if you urge me farther than to say, "Do you in faith?," I wear out my suit.''

''Here's a fish hangs in the net like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.''

''But 'tis a common proof That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.''

''What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?''

''The unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric years bring with them.''

''O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal!''

''An admirable musician! O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!''

''What is honor? A word. What is in that word honor? What is that honor? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday.''

''I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous.''

''Fare thee well, dame, what e'er becomes of me. This is a soldier's kiss.''

''Timon will to the woods, where he shall find Th' unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.''

''The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.''

''What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?''

''I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient.''

''You ever gentle gods, take my breath from me; Let not my worser spirit tempt me again To die before you please!''

''We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us.''

''He does smile his face into more lines than is in the new map with the augmentation of the Indies.''

''O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others' uses.''

''Mistress, know yourself, down on your knees, And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.''

''I grow, I prosper: Now, gods, stand up for bastards!''

''O for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention.''

''I am armed, And dangers are to me indifferent.''

''Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.''

''There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.''

''Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.''

''I myself am best When least in company.''

''My wife, my wife! what wife? I have no wife. O insupportable! O heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon, and that th' affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration.''

''Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.''

''He hath ribbons of all the colors i'the rainbow.''

''The nature of bad news infects the teller.''

''Let music sound while he doth make his choice; Then if he lose he makes a swan-like end, Fading in music.''

''In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.''

''Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter My sober house.''

''The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.''

''No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed.''

''O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!''

''This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good.''

''Like to the time o' th' year between the extremes Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.''

''The King himself is to be feared as the lion.''

''It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell. I'll begin it—Ding, dong, bell.''

''Some men there are love not a gaping pig, Some that are mad if they behold a cat, And others when the bag-pipe sings i'th nose Cannot contain their urine.''

''Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood, Stop up th'access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Th'effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief.''

''As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods, They kill us for their sport.''

''To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.''

''You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.''

''On a day—alack the day— Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air.''

''Cassio. The divine Desdemona. Montano. What is she? Cassio. She that I spake of, our great captain's captain.''

''Yet I well remember The favors of these men. Were they not mine? Did they not sometimes cry "All hail!" to me? So Judas did to Christ; but He, in twelve, Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, none.''

''O, the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare!''

''What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.''

''I will tell thee in French—which I am sure will hang upon my tongue like a new-married wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be shook off.''

''Now I will look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three-farthings.''

''The worst is not So long as we can say, "This is the worst."''

''One half of me is yours, the other half yours— Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.''

''Hamlet: Why was he sent into England? Grave-digger: Why, because a was mad. A shall recover his wits there; or if a do not, 'tis no great matter there. Hamlet: Why? Grave-digger: 'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.''

''Haply your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase.''

''Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it.''

''This happy breed of men, this little world.''

''[Antony] is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsy's lust.''

''Your brother and his lover have embraced. As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.''

''I never did like molestation view On the enchafèd flood.''

''Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Nor shall not be the last, like silly beggars Who, sitting in the stocks, refuge their shame That many have and others must sit there, And in this thought they find a kind of ease.''

''If the quick fire of youth light not your mind, You are no maiden, but a monument. When you are dead, you should be such a one As you are now; for you are cold and stern.''

''Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious by this son of York; And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.''

''Nay, had she been true, If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'd not have sold her for it.''

''A surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings.''

''You love sack, and so do I; would you desire better sympathy?''

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

''Dost thou not perceive That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers?''

''You must bear with me. Pray you now, forget and forgive; I am old and foolish.''

''If I know how or which way to order these affairs Thus disorderly thrust into my hands, Never believe me.''

''Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well. That same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now.''

''A plague upon it! I have forgot the map.''

''Some men there are love not a gaping pig, Some that are mad if they behold a cat, And others when the bagpipe sings i'th' nose Cannot contain their urine.''

'''Twere good you do so much for charity.''

''When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, And Rosaline they call her.''

''Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss: Ah! do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquered woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come; so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might.''

''How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who, inward searched, have livers white as milk!''

''He was perfumed like a milliner.''

''O, now for ever Farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content, Farewell the plumèd troops and the big wars That makes ambition virtue! O, farewell!''

''I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil By telling truth: tell truth and shame the devil.''

''O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.''

''Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.''

''He's fortified against any denial.''

''Chief Justice. Your means are very slender, and your waste is great. Falstaff. I would it were otherwise. I would my means were greater, and my waist slenderer.''

''Those that with haste will make a mighty fire Begin it with weak straws.''

''I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot I am marble-constant.''

''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."''

''Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds; but then exactly do All points of my command.''

''O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness?''

''All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.''

''Art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?''

''either by thy picture or my love, Thyself away art present still with me; For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, And I am still with them, and they with thee; Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.''

''Prince Hal. I never thought to hear thee speak again. King Henry. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.''

''The quick comedians Extemporally will stage us and present Our Alexandrian revels; Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I' the posture of a whore.''

''The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes The thronèd monarch better than his crown.''

''Hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.''

''He wears the rose Of youth upon him, from which the world should note Something particular.''

''It is a good divine that follows his own instructions; I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than to be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.''

''The Prince but studies his companions Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language, 'Tis needful that the most immodest word Be looked upon and learnt, which once attained, Your highness knows, comes to no further use But to be known and hated.''

''The wild and wasteful ocean.''

''Peace, Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births.''

''More will I do, Though all that I can do is nothing worth, Since that my penitence comes after all, Imploring pardon.''

''Pride must have a fall.''

''What you have said I will consider; what you have to say I will with patience hear, and find a time Both meet to hear and answer such high things.''

''When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport, But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams.''

''What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! I could have better spared a better man.''

''There is not one among them but I dote on his very absence.''

''Midnight mushrooms.''

''Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.''

''And Pity, like a naked newborn babe Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on th' other—''

''I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing; when I am very sure If they should speak, would almost damn those ears Which hearing them would call their brothers fools.''

''I never did repent for doing good, Nor shall not now.''

''Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.''

''God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts in one.''

''Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? Or rather do I not in plainest truth Tell you I do not nor I cannot love you?''

''When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.''

''My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.''

''Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass; he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.''

''Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.''

''Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity—the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty.''

''Such was the very armor he had on When he the ambitious Norway combated.''

''God keep your worship! I wish your worship well; God restore you to health! I humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it!''

''Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion.''

''O, what a world of vile ill-favoured faults, Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!''

''Be factious for redress of all these griefs, And I will set this foot of mine as far As who goes farthest.''

''You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine enemy.''

''Francisco. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Bernardo. Have you had quiet guard? Francisco. Not a mouse stirring.''

''Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp?''

''Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what color it please God.''

''If thou art rich, thou'rt poor, For like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.''

''Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been. 'Tis a cruelty To load a falling man.''

''So may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier may attain, And die with grieving.''

''All the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.''

''You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.''

''He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.''

''The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb. What is her burying grave, that is her womb.''

''If he be not in love with some woman, there is no believing old signs. 'A brushes his hat o'mornings; what should that bode?''

''My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have uttered.''

''Was ever woman in this humor wooed? Was ever woman in this humor won?''

''A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.''

''Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day's journey.''

''I weigh my friend's affection with mine own.''

''By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, ... But if it be a sin to covet honor I am the most offending soul alive.''

''Thou thyself hast been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish sting itself.''

''A soldier is better accommodated than with a wife.''

''Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense.''

''I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them— Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity.''

''Viola. What country, friends, is this? Sea Captain. This is Illyria, lady. Viola. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elysium.''

''Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.''

''"A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus And his love Thisbe, very tragical mirth"— Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief? That is hot ice and wondrous strange snow!''

''A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!''

''Will you enforce me to a world of cares? Call them again, I am not made of stones, But penetrable to your kind entreaties, Albeit against my conscience and my soul.''

''Were such things here as we do speak about, Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?''

''Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your Highness.''

''The shadow of your sorrow hath destroyed The shadow of your face.''

''Madam, you have bereft me of all words.''

''Thus hath the candle singed the moth.''

''O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odor which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses. But, for their virtue only is their show. They live unwooed and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odors made. And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth''

''If he be sick with joy, he'll recover without physic.''

''Gonzalo. Nay, good, be patient. Boatswain. When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king?''

''Woe to that land that's governed by a child.''

''Berowne. What is the end of study, let me know? King. Why, that to know which else we should not know.''

''O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place.''

''What our contempts doth often hurl from us, We wish it ours again.''

''I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still.''

''There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.''

''Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news.''

''This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in 't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night. And then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place and fertile. Cursed be I that did so! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o' the' island.''

''The sky it seems would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.''

''Hamlet. The air bites shrewdly, it is very cold. Horatio. It is a nipping and an eager air.''

''Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.''

''As I am a soldier, A name that in my thoughts becomes me best.''

''Brutus. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, That now on Pompey's basis lies along, No worthier than the dust! Cassius. So oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of us be called The men that gave their country liberty.''

''War is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife.''

''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? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.''

''Let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away.''

''What angel wakes me from my flow'ry bed?''

''Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.''

''Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!''

''O, 'tis a parlous boy, Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable. He is all the mother's, from the top to toe.''

''1st Guard. Is this well done? Charmian. It is well done, and fitting for a princess Descended of so many royal kings.''

''There's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.''

''The April's in her eyes, it is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on.''

''You that choose not by the view, Chance as fair, and choose as true: Since this fortune falls to you, Be content, and seek no new.''

''Be cured Of this diseased opinion, and betimes, For 'tis most dangerous.''

''I to the world am like a drop of water, That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth (Unseen, inquisitive), confounds himself. So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them (unhappy), lose myself.''

''I have full cause of weeping, but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I'll weep.''

''This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.''

''Truly, thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.''

''For he was likely, had he been put on, To have proved most royally.''

''Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.''

''There will be a world of water shed Upon the parting of your wives and you.''

''Be not easily won to our requests; Play the maid's part: still answer nay, and take it.''

''That strain again, it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor. Enough, no more, 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.''

''How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears. Soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.''

''I never saw The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamor!''

''Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.''

''Being fooled, by foolery thrive; There's place and means for every man alive.''

''Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes.''

''I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.''

''I speak not like a dotard nor a fool, As under privilege of age to brag What I have done being young, or what would do Were I not old.''

''Then is it sin To rush into the secret house of death Ere death dare come to us?''

''After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions To keep mine honor from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.''

''You'd be so lean that blasts of January Would blow you through and through.''

''Why should we in our peevish opposition Take it to heart?''

''If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.''

''An honest soul, i'faith, sir, by my troth he is, as ever broke bread. But God is to be worshipped; all men are not alike.''

''Here did she fall a tear. Here in this place I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb-of-grace. Rue even for ruth here shortly shall be seen In the remembrance of a weeping queen.''

''The end crowns all; And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.''

''My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.''

''He hath a heart as sound as a bell and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks.''

''It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, And that craves wary walking.''

''O villain! Thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this.''

''Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.''

''O thou day o' th' world, Chain mine armed neck, leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing!''

''She that was ever fair, and never proud, Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud ... She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, See suitors following, and not look behind. She was a wight, if ever such wight were— To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.''

''Olivia. Whence came you, sir? Viola. I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part.''

'''Tis no sinister nor awkward claim Picked from the wormholes of long-vanished days, Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked.''

''Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you!''

''A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.''

''Ford. If money go before, all ways do lie open. Falstaff. Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on.''

''I am a villain. Yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree, Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree, All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, "Guilty! Guilty!" 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?''

''He gave his honors to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.''

''All so soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the farthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed.''

''I not deny The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try. What's open made to justice, That justice seizes.''

''Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.''

''Mean and gentle all Behold, as may unworthiness define, A little touch of Harry in the night.''

''Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?''

''I think he'll be to Rome As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it By sovereignty of nature.''

''Where I could not be honest, I never yet was valiant.''

''A good man's fortune may grow out at heels.''

''In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant More learned than the ears.''

''Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banishèd.''

''Away before me to sweet beds of flowers. Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.''

''She speaks! O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a wingèd messenger of heaven ...''

''O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!''

''Not today, O Lord, O not today, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown.''

''If thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know what monsters you make of them.''

''The blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wav'ring multitude.''

''He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.''

''They should be good men, their affairs as righteous, But all hoods make not monks.''

''Quince. He is a very paramour for a sweet voice. Flute. You must say "paragon." A paramour is, God bless us, a thing of naught.''

''Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.''

''Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! And to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead!''

''Escalus. What do you think of the trade, Pompey? Is it a lawful trade? Pompey. If the law would allow it, sir. Escalus. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. Pompey. Does your worship mean to geld and spay all the youth of the city? Escalus. No, Pompey. Pompey. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion they will to't then. If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.''

''Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line That may discover such integrity.''

''Haply a woman's voice may do some good When articles too nicely urged be stood on.''

''Great thing of us forgot!''

''I will praise any man that will praise me.''

''Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none.''

''Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.''

''Though they are of monstrous shape, yet note Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find Many, nay, almost any.''

''Blind fear that seeing reason leads finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear. To fear the worst oft cures the worst.''

'''Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven, And so from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.''

''Better once than never, for never too late.''

''These growing feathers plucked from Caesar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men, And keep us all in servile fearfulness.''

''I am a wise fellow, and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, a householder; and, which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina; and one that knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath two gowns and everything handsome about him.''

''We'll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have That do outface it with their semblances.''

''Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep As is the difference betwixt day and night The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team Begins his golden progress in the east.''

''I am in blood Stepped in so far, that should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.''

''Time's the king of men; He's both their parent and he is their grave, And gives them what he will, not what they crave.''

''Out with it boldly; truth loves open dealing.''

''Orpheus with his lute made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he did sing. To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.''

''Is not the king's name twenty thousand names? Arm, arm, my name! A puny subject strikes At thy great glory.''

''I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.''

''O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.''

''Injurious Time now, with a robber's haste, Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how; As many farewells as be stars in heaven, With distinct breath and consigned kisses to them, He fumbles up into a loose adieu, And scants us with a single famished kiss, Distasted with the salt of broken tears.''

''A virgin from her tender infancy, Chaste and immaculate in very thought.''

'''Tis a common proof That lowliness is young ambition's ladder.''

''There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't.''

''My love doth so approve him, That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns— Prithee unpin me—have grace and favor in them.''

''What's aught but as 'tis valued?''

''This is the night That either makes me, or foredoes me quite.''

''Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit; All with me's meet that I can fashion fit.''

''A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day.''

''Murder most foul, as in the best it is, But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.''

''Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.''

''The urging of that word "judgment" hath bred a kind of remorse in me.''

''In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life.''

''The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.''

''Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile; So ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.''

''There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.''

''Far from her nest the lapwing cries away; My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.''

''Every bondman in his own hand bears The power to cancel his captivity.''

''And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. O noble fool, A worthy fool—motley's the only wear.''

''Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.''

''But you are come A market-maid to Rome.''

''Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them, forgive yourself.''

''What have I to give you back, whose worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift?''

''My mother had a maid called Barbary; She was in love, and he she loved proved mad, And did forsake her. She had a song of "Willow," An old thing 'twas, but it expressed her fortune, And she died singing it. That song tonight Will not go from my mind.''

''O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love!''

''Douglas. That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet. Worcester. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.''

''Do you not love me? do you not indeed? Well, do not then, for since you love me not, I will not love myself.''

''The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, th' unguided days And rotten times that you shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors.''

''There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.''

''The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolward for penance.''

''Why should I play the Roman fool and die On my own sword?''

''O, the difference of man and man! To thee a woman's services are due.''

''If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.''

''When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?''

''In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.''

''Orlando. Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind! Jaques. Nay then, God buy you, and you talk in blank verse.''

''Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?''

''The wheel is come full circle.''

''Great griefs, I see, medicine the less.''

''Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.''

''I love to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter.''

''My gracious silence, hail! Wouldst thou have laughed had I come coffined home, That weep'st to see me triumph?''

''But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee.''

''Sir Andrew Aguecheek. I know, to be up late is to be up late. Sir Toby Belch. A false conclusion. I hate it as an unfilled can. To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is early; so that to go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes.''

''Unkindness may do much, And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.''

''Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail.''

''All these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.''

''The satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams.''

''Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world.''

''Faster than springtime showers comes thought on thought.''

''Rosalind. There's a girl goes before the priest, and certainly a woman's thought runs before her actions. Orlando. So do all thoughts, they are winged.''

''In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the self-same flight The self-same way with more advised watch To find the other forth, and by adventuring both I oft found both.''

'''Tis the soldier's life To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.''

''With a defeated joy, With an auspicious, and a dropping eye, With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole.''

''So 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet. I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so upward and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.''

''Thou art a blessed fellow to think as every man thinks. Never a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way better than thine.''

''The best thing in him Is his complexion.''

''"I hate" from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying "not you."''

''Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.''

''Duke (in disguise). I pray you, sir, of what disposition was the Duke? Escalus. One that, above all other strifes, contended especially to know himself.''

''What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?''

''Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten; From hence your memory death cannot take, Although in me each part will be forgotten. Your name from hence immortal life shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:''

''The game's afoot. Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"''

''All the faith, the virtue of my heart, The object and the pleasure of mine eye, Is only Helena.''

''But old folks—many feign as they were dead, Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.''

''Masters, do not forget to specify, when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass.''

''A fellow almost damned in a fair wife.''

''I dreamt there was an Emperor Antony. O, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man!''

''Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.''

''Aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished, So sweet and voluble is his discourse.''

''So wise so young, they say, do never live long.''

''You may as soon make her that you love believe it, which I warrant she is apter to do than to confess she does.''

''Each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face.''

''O Hamlet, what a falling off was there!''

''My decayèd fair A sunny look of his would soon repair.''

''But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honored in the breach than the observance.''

''So may the outward shows be least themselves— The world is still deceived with ornament.''

''Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his penthouse lid; He shall live a man forbid; Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine, Shall he dwindle, peak and pine; Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.''

''Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden.''

''Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.''

''Ghost. My hour is almost come When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Hamlet. Alas, poor ghost!''

''I have, as when the sun doth light a storm, Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile; But sorrow that is couched in seeming gladness Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.''

''I have heard of your paintings, too, well enough. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.''

''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?''

''My father's spirit in arms! All is not well. I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.''

''In the way of bargain, mark ye me, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.''

''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.''

''I that please some, try all, both joy and terror Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error.''

''Our doubts are traitors, And makes us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.''

''The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase.''

''Come away! For you shall hence upon your wedding day.''

''Dreams are toys. Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously, I will be squared by this.''

''Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite In the church-way paths to glide.''

''I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.''

''Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead. 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, conjure up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage.''

''Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.''

''For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn it was That grew the more by reaping.''

''I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.''

''Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along.''

''The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May have in the sworn twelve a thief or two Guiltier than him they try.''

''The whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.''

''O, it comes o'er my memory As doth the raven o'er the infected house, Boding to all!''

''Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.''

''Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remembered tolling a departing friend.''

''I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.''

''O the gods! When shall we see again?''

''This was an ill beginning of the night. Never come such division 'tween our souls!''

''The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.''

''Methinks Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, Is coming towards me, and my inward soul With nothing trembles.''

''O that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come!''

''Ambition's debt is paid.''

''Macbeth. What is the night? Lady Macbeth. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.''

''The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report what my dream was!''

''He is deformèd, crooked, old, and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless every where; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind, Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.''

''I am dying, Egypt, dying.''

''The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.''

''Resolution thus fubbed with the rusty curb of old father antic the law.''

''Rosalind. His very hair is of the dissembling color ... Celia. An excellent color. Your chestnut was ever the only color.''

''Your answer, sir, is enigmatical.''

''Your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious, pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy.''

''Men must learn now with pity to dispense, For policy sits above conscience.''

''I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a league till death.''

''I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream.''

''Thou didst drink The stale of horses and the gilded puddle That beasts would cough at.''

''The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman.''

''I took him for the plainest harmless creature That breathed upon the earth a Christian; Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded The history of all her secret thoughts.''

''Though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.''

''He hath a killing tongue and a quiet sword.''

''Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.''

''O what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!''

''No care, no stop; so senseless of expense That he will neither know how to maintain it Nor cease his flow of riot, takes no account How things go from him, nor resumes no care Of what is to continue.''

''Still be kind, And eke out our performance with your mind.''

''Play out the play!''

''Dogberry. Are you good men and true? Verges. Yea, or else it were pity but they should suffer salvation, body and soul.''

''For nothing can seem foul to those that win.''

''Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram, The marigold, that goes to bed wi'the sun, And with him rises, weeping.''

''It doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.''

''O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess! I feel too much thy blessing; make it less, For fear I surfeit.''

''Don Pedro. To be merry best becomes you; for, out o' question, you were born in a merry hour. Beatrice. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under than was I born.''

''What shall he have that killed the deer? His leather skin and horns to wear. Then sing him home. Take thou no scorn to wear the horn, It was a crest ere thou wast born; Thy father's father wore it, And thy father bore it. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.''

''O Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds!''

''Let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial.''

''O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!''

''But whate'er I be, Nor I, nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased till he be eased With being nothing.''

''That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman!''

''Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.''

''The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place.''

''There's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part.''

''He jests at scars that never felt a wound.''

''What, has this thing appeared again tonight?''

''Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?''

''O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!''

''My salad days, When I was green in judgment, cold in blood, To say as I said then!''

''Never alone Did the King sigh, but with a general groan.''

''Hamlet. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till a find it stopping a bung-hole? Horatio. 'Twere to consider too curiously to consider so.''

''I wish you all joy of the worm.''

''What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.''

''If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.''

''We are oft to blame in this, 'Tis too much proved, that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself.''

''Isabella. Yet show some pity. Angelo. I show it most of all when I show justice; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismissed offence would after gall.''

''I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.''

''When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Who alone suffers, suffers most i' the mind, Leaving free things and happy shows behind. But then the mind much sufferance doth o'er skip, When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.''

''Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whilst like a puffed and reckless libertine Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.''

''Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms,''

''I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.''

''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. On such a full sea are we now afloat, And we must take the current when it serves Or lose our ventures.''

''Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me With thy religious truth and modesty, Now in his ashes honor.''

''Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him speak fondly like a frantic man.''

''After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.''

''He took the bride about the neck And kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack That at the parting all the church did echo.''

''A man of travel, that hath seen the world.''

''Live a thousand years, I shall not find myself so apt to die. No place will please me so, no mean of death, As here by Caesar, and by you cut off, The choice and master spirits of this age.''

''I will make an end of my dinner; there's pippins and cheese to come.''

''Eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.''

''When first this order was ordained, my lords, Knights of the Garter were of noble birth, Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage.''

''One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow.''

''Fie, 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd, whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corse till he that died today, "This must be so."''

''The property of rain is to wet and fire to burn.''

''If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue.''

''Conrade. Here, man, I am at thy elbow. Borachio. Mass, and my elbow itched; I thought there would a scab follow.''

''Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparelled April on the heel Of limping winter treads.''

''It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.''

''A good old man, sir, he will be talking; as they say, "When the age is in, the wit is out."''

''O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone Ascribe we all.''

''Repose you here in rest, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps. Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damned drugs, here are no storms, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep.''

''Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned To top Macbeth.''

''Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.''

''Base is the slave that pays.''

''Richard. Harp not on that string, madam, that is past. Queen Elizabeth. Harp on it still shall I till heart-strings break.''

''Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor.''

''Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.''

''What you would work me to, I have some aim.''

''But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!''

''Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home! Is this a holiday?''

''Doomsday is near, die all, die merrily.''

''Yet looks he like a king. Behold, his eye, As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth Controlling majesty.''

''Pleads he in earnest? Look upon his face. His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest. His words come from his mouth; ours from our breast. He prays but faintly, and would be denied; We pray with heart and soul, and all beside.''

''They say we are Almost as like as eggs. Women say so That will say anything.''

''True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings: Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.''

''Fairy. Those that "Hobgoblin" call you, and "Sweet Puck," You do their work, and they shall have good luck. Are not you he? Puck. Thou speakest aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night.''

''Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mewed, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice blessed they that master so their blood To undergo such maiden pilgrimage.''

''I saw young Harry with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly armed, Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropped down from the clouds To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.''

''Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.''

''Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.''

''Nay, if our wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done.''

''You take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.''

''Cold indeed, and labor lost: Then farewell heat, and welcome frost!''

''The younger rises when the old doth fall.''

''Before my God, I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes.''

''So happy be the issue, brother England, Of this good day and of this gracious meeting.''

''The day frowns more and more.''

''They are actions that a man might play, But I have that within which passes show, These but the trappings and the suits of woe.''

''O! let me clip ye In arms as sound as when I wooed, in heart As merry as when our nuptial day was done And tapers burnt to bedward!''

''I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.''

''I know a trick worth two of that.''

''O, if you raise this house against this house It will the woefullest division prove That ever fell upon this cursed earth.''

''I will weep for thee, For this revolt of thine methinks is like Another fall of man.''

''What we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.''

''Cassius. Will you dine with me tomorrow? Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner be worth the eating.''

''Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way.''

''There was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.''

''Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.''

''A fool's bolt is soon shot.''

''He was disposed to mirth, but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him.''

''She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?''

''What's gone and what's past help Should be past grief.''

''And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.''

''On her left breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I' th' bottom of a cowslip.''

''If ever you prove false to one another, since I have taken such pain to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's end after my name; call them all Pandars.''

''Am I your self But as it were in sort or limitation, To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, And talk to you sometimes?''

''What art thou that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak!''

''The purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature: to show virtue her feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.''

''He hath honored me of late, and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.''

''He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.''

'''Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands, But more when envy breeds unkind division: There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.''

''You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age, wretched in both.''

''Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come; make her laugh at that.''

''Seyton. The Queen, my lord, is dead. Macbeth. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.— Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.''

''Thou wilt be a wilderness again, Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants!''

''She knows the heat of a luxurious bed. Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.''

''You seem to me as Dian in her orb, As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown; But you are more intemperate in your blood Than Venus, or those pampered animals That rage in savage sensuality.''

''That he is old, the more the pity, his white hairs do witness it.''

''O Cressida! But that the busy day, Waked by the lark, hath roused the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee.''

''Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapor sometimes like a bear or lion, A towered citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't that nod unto the world And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.''

''She looks like sleep, As she would catch another Antony In her strong toil of grace.''

''Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.''

''In the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?''

''Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.''

''With all the gracious utterance thou hast Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.''

''Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud, And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold; So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.''

''I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish th' estate o' the world were now undone.''

''When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks, all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then on every tree Mocks married men, for thus sings he: Cuckoo! Cuckoo, cuckoo—O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear.''

''And I have found Demetrius, like a jewel, Mine own, and not mine own.''

''Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?''

'''Tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night.''

''Let our hearts, as subtle masters do, Stir up their servants to an act of rage And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make Our purpose necessary, and not envious; Which so appearing to the common eyes, We shall be called purgers, not murderers.''

''No man hath any quarrel to me. My remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man.''

''Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war.''

''Villain, thou know'st nor law of God nor man; No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.''

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

''The imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.''

''Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven! Wind, rain, and thunder, remember earthly man Is but a substance that must yield to you.''

''Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.''

''Runs not this speech like iron through your blood?''

''Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights. Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.''

''Of comfort no man speak. Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs, Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors and talk of wills.''

''What was thy cause? Adultery? Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery? No, The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive.''

''We are but warriors for the working day. Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirched With rainy marching in the painful field.''

''Lay her i'th'earth, And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring.''

''What, this gentleman will out-talk us all.''

''Such tricks hath strong imagination That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear?''

''I pray you do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine. Besides, I like you not.''

''We are born to do benefits; and what better or properer can we call our own than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis to have so many like brothers commanding one another's fortunes!''

''I know thou'rt full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath.''

''Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house, as your pearl in your foul oyster.''

''Mine eye's due is thine outward part, And my heart's right thine inward love of heart.''

''Since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which yet you know not of.''

''O Lord, methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in my ears! What sights of ugly death within my eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wracks; Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept, As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.''

''The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.''

''Orpheus with his Lute made Trees, And the Mountaine tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. To his Musicke, Plants and Flowers Ever spring; as Sunne and Showres, There had been a lasting Spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the Billowes of the Sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet Musicke is such Art, Killing care, and griefe of heart, Fall asleepe, or hearing dye.''

''You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad.''

''There's no true drop of blood in him to be truly touched with love; if he be sad, he wants money.''

''The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo, And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringèd viol or a harp.''

''Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.''

''Then comes my fit again. I had else been perfect, Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, As broad and general as the casing air. But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.''

''Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my King, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.''

''Horribly stuffed with epithets of war.''

''Pray you bid These unknown friends to's welcome, for it is A way to make us better friends, more known.''

''If thou dost slander her and torture me, Never pray more; abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate; Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed; For nothing canst thou to damnation add Greater than that.''

''For who is he, whose chin is but enriched With one appearing hair, that will not follow These culled and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?''

''Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devoured As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done.''

''In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility.''

''Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And, ere a man hath power to say "Behold!" The jaws of darkness do devour it up. So quick bright things come to confusion.''

''Treason and murder ever kept together, As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose.''

''O slanderous world! Kate like the hazel twig Is straight and slender, and as brown in hue As hazelnuts, and sweeter than the kernels.''

''If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.''

'''Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on't.''

''With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now.''

''In the reproof of chance Lies the true proof of men.''

''A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind. A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound.''

''We do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.''

''This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.''

''Of your philosophy you make no use If you give place to accidental evils.''

''Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?''

''When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurly-burly's done, When the battle's lost and won.''

''Thou are the king of honor.''

''Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? What masque, what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time if not with some delight?''

''Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Place sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.''

''Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax And melt in her own fire.''

''They thought it good you hear a play, And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.''

''Winter tames man, woman, and beast.''

''That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.''

''Is your blood So madly hot that no discourse of reason, Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause, Can qualify the same?''

''Speak the speech ... trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it ... I had as lief the town crier had spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say the whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.''

''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-oppressèd brain?''

''Let each man render me his bloody hand.''

''The devil take one party and his dam the other!''

''Though castles topple on their warder's heads, Though palaces and pyramids do slope Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Of nature's germens tumble all together, Even till destruction sicken—answer me To what I ask you.''

''Now bid me run, And I will strive with things impossible, Yea, get the better of them.''

''Murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh.''

''Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; Like doth quit like, and measure still for measure.''

''Chaste as the icicle That's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple.''

''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 blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this England.''

''Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven.''

''But man, proud man, Dressed in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep.''

''But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man.''

''Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.''

''We are all frail.''

''She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested.''

''Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.''

''He plays o'the viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.''

''Weigh what loss your honor may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open To his unmastered importunity.''

''Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building.''

''No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.''

''Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.''

''He will give the devil his due.''

''And may it be that you have quite forgot A husband's office? Shall, Antipholus, Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot?''

''For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind; For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered; Put rancors in the vessel of my peace Only for them; and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy of man, To make them kings, the seeds of Banquo kings!''

''This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air; thence have I followed it, Or it hath drawn me rather.''

''I hold the olive in my hand. My words are as full of peace as matter.''

''There be some sports are painful, and their labor Delight in them sets off. Some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters Point to rich ends.''

''Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.''

''Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man than you shall see me pay. I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.''

''Gloucester. Nor further, sir, a man may rot even here. Edgar. What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither; Ripeness is all.''

''This Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off.''

''No exorciser harm thee. Nor no witchcraft charm thee. Ghost unlaid forbear thee. Nothing ill come near thee. Quiet consummation have, And renowned be thy grave.''

''When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard: Then of thy beauty do I question make That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow, And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence.''

''Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things ... nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes: it provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off.''

''To make society The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Till supper-time alone.''

''The man nearest my soul, Who like a brother toiled in my affairs, And laid his love and life under my foot.''

''O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Since riches point to misery and contempt?''

''That which in mean men we entitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.''

''When the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect.''

''O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, thou thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys!''

''I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.''

''We profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows.''

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

''Romeo. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, That tips with silver all these fruit tree tops— Juliet. O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.''

''Report of fashions in proud Italy, Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation.''

''The gods themselves, Humbling their deities to love, have taken The shapes of beasts upon them. Jupiter Became a bull, and bellowed; the green Neptune A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed god, Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain.''

''The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpowered.''

''God shall be my hope, My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet.''

''How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!''

''Think that the clearest gods, who make them honors Of men's impossibilities, have preserved thee.''

''But I will be A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed.''

''I would have broke mine eye-strings, cracked them, but To look upon him, till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle; Nay, followed him till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air, and then Have turned mine eye and wept.''

''You lack the season of all natures, sleep.''

''You taught me language, and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language!''

''Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.''

''A peace is of the nature of a conquest, For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser.''

''See what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command.''

''Never was a war did cease (Ere bloody hands were wash'd) with such a peace.''

''That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.''

''Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill: Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.''

''There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.''

''Brakenbury. What, so brief? 2nd Murderer. 'Tis better, sir, than to be tedious.''

''Brevity is the soul of wit.''

''Macbeth. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? What is't you do? Witches. A deed without a name.''

''Give me to drink mandragora.''

''Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe.''

''The task he undertakes Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry.''

''Take the instant way, For honor travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast. Keep then the path, For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue. If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an entered tide, they all rush by And leave you hindmost.''

''I can add colors to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages, And set the murderous Machiavel to school.''

''No, I will be the pattern of all patience, I will say nothing.''

''Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end.''

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

''Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this multitude?''

''Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No! To be once in doubt Is once to be resolv'd. Exchange me for a goat When I shall turn the business of my soul To such exsufflicate and blown surmises, Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous. Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt, For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago, I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And on the proof, there is no more but this— Away at once with love or jealousy!''

''I hope to see London once ere I die.''

''But men are men; the best sometimes forget.''

''O, that's a brave man! he writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely.''

''When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model, And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection, Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at least desist To build at all?''

''Nothing can or shall content my soul Till I am evened with him, wife for wife, Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor At least into a jealousy so strong That judgment cannot cure.''

''I'll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners and suppers and sleeping-hours excepted.''

''Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.''

''The time is out of joint. O cursèd spite That ever I was born to set it right!''

''You have seen Sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears Were like a better way: those happy smilets That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence As pearls from diamonds dropped.''

''Thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.''

''To her, my lord, Was I betrothed ere I saw Hermia; But like a sickness did I loathe this food. But, as in health come to my natural taste, Now I do wish it, love it, long for it, And will for evermore be true to it.''

''I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder before you came.''

'''Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself.''

''Hath homely age th' alluring beauty took From my poor cheek? Then he hath wasted it. Are my discourses dull? Barren my wit? If voluble and sharp discourse be marred, Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard.''

''Portia. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him? Soothsayer. None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.''

''Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honor's at the stake.''

''To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summer's pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumns turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd! So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd; For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred: Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.''

''I have lost my teeth in your service.''

''O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!''

''Be collected. No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart There's no harm done.''

''Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious gold? ... This yellow slave Will knit and break religions, bless th' accursed, Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves, And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench.''

''This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horse-back- breaker, this huge hill of flesh.''

''You speak a'th'people As if you were a god, to punish; not A man of their infirmity.''

''Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.''

''There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is.''

''Feste. The better for my foes and the worse for my friends. Orsino. Just the contrary: the better for thy friends. Feste. No, sir, the worse. Orsino. How can that be? Feste. ...They praise me, and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, and by my friends I am abused.''

''Brutus had rather be a villager Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us.''

''Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves.''

''Honor, riches, marriage blessing, Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still upon you! Juno sings her blessings on you.''

''The play, I remember, pleased not the million, 'twas caviare to the general.''

''Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.''

''My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.''

''But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood.''

''O, the thorns we stand upon!''

''He that depends Upon your favors swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes.''

''Sigh no more Ladies, sigh no more Men were deceivers ever, One foote in Sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never,''

''Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?''

''I was not much afeard; for once or twice I was about to speak, and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike.''

''He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.''

''Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.''

''I hold you as a thing enskied, and sainted, By your renouncement an immortal spirit, And to be talked with in sincerity, As with a saint.''

''Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.''

''O thou weed! Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born!''

''But why should honor outlive honesty? Let it all go.''

''Give you a reason on compulsion? if reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.''

''Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!''

''Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help!''

''When love speaks, the voice of all the gods Make heaven drowsy with the harmony.''

''Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.''

''Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend Nor services to do, till you require: Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu: Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are, how happy you make those;— So true a fool is love, that in your will Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.''

''Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth, And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlasses and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out.''

''Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.''

''Cleopatra. Think you there was or might be such a man As this I dreamt of? Dolabella. Gentle madam, no.''

''Infected be the air whereon they ride, And damned all those that trust them!''

''Eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, Who shut their coward gates on atomies.''

''They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour.''

''Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth, Where nothing lives but crosses, cares, and grief.''

''They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.''

''Sir Toby Belch. Does not our life consist of the four elements? Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Faith, so they say, but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking. Sir Toby Belch. Thou'rt a scholar; therefore let us eat and drink.''

''Where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury. Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.''

''Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us anything.''

''Get thee glass eyes, And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.''

''Autolycus. I am a poor fellow, sir. Camillo. Why, be so still; here's nobody will steal that from thee.''

''If she must teem, Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatured torment to her! Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks, Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt, that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!''

''O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's,eye, tongue, sword, Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mold of form, Th' observed of all observers, quite, quite down!''

''It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.''

''O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity.''

''His eye begets occasion for his wit, For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest.''

''This fellow's of exceeding honesty, And knows all qualities, with a learnèd spirit, Of human dealings.''

''Well you deserve. They well deserve to have That know the strong'st and surest way to get.''

''Then how can it be said I am alone When all the world is here to look on me?''

''What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights, Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hours More tedious than the dial eightscore times! O weary reckoning!''

''I think nobly of the soul.''

''I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends.''

''I can go no further, sir. My old bones aches.''

''Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance.''

''How lush and lusty the grass looks! How green!''

''Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, "Hold, hold!"''

''He is not very tall—yet for his years he's tall.''

''Look what is done cannot be now amended: Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, Which after-hours gives leisure to repent.''

''You, O you, So perfect and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best!''

''Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy tale nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.''

''What a pair of spectacles is here!''

''Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, Misprizing what they look on, and her wit Values itself so highly that to her All matter else seems weak.''

''You are retired As if you were a feasted one and not The hostess of the meeting.''

''Doubting things go ill often hurts more Than to be sure they do; for certainties Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing, The remedy then born.''

''The reasons you allege do more conduce To the hot passion of distempered blood Than to make up a free determination 'Twixt right and wrong; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.''

''Warble, child, make passionate my sense of hearing.''

'''Tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.''

''O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou.''

''Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain: I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.''

''A power I have, but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed.''

''I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.''

''There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.''

''I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad. I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell: We'll no more meet, no more see one another. But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter— Or rather a disease that's in my flesh, Which I must needs call mine.''

''Fall not a tear, I say, one of them rates All that is won and lost.''

''Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma or a hideous dream. The genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council, and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.''

''Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? Wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? With baseness? Bastardy? Base, base? Who in the lusty stealth of nature take More composition and fierce quality Than doth within a dull, stale, tired bed Go to th' creating a whole tribe of fops Got 'tween asleep and wake?''

''Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.''

''Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.''

''Hamlet. Methinks I see my father. Horatio. Where, my lord? Hamlet. In my mind's eye, Horatio.''

''What need the bridge much broader than the flood?''

''I'll have my bond, speak not against my bond, I have sworn an oath that I will have my bond.''

''Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor, For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich, And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honor peereth in the meanest habit.''

''When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow. For precious friends hid in death's dateless night And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone. And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.''

''He was my friend, faithful and just to me.''

''Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs. O then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.''

''Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.''

''There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in our philosophy.''

''All things that are Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.''

''If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If th' assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success—that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all!—here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.''

''See, Antony, that revels long a-nights, Is notwithstanding up.''

''For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.''

''His delights Were dolphin-like, they showed his back above The element they lived in.''

''O you gods! Why do you make us love your goodly gifts, And snatch them straight away?''

''The fairest hand I ever touched: O beauty, Till now I never knew thee.''

''Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute "shall"?''

''Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air. And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself— Yea, all which it inherit—shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.''

''When he is best, he is a little worse than a man, and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.''

''Wedding is great Juno's crown, O blessed bond of board and bed! 'Tis Hymen peoples every town, High wedlock then be honorèd. Honor, high honor, and renown To Hymen, god of every town!''

''Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.''

''How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, good fellow? The art of our necessities is strange And can make vile things precious.''

''What presence must not know, From where you do remain let paper show.''

''Hermia. Good night, sweet friend; Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end! Lysander. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer say I, And then end life when I end loyalty!''

''The seasons change their manners, as the year Had found some months asleep and leapt them over.''

''Why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs Against the use of nature?''

''For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.''

''I do not much dislike the matter, but The manner of his speech.''

''She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.''

''A gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.''

''But screw your courage to the sticking-place And we'll not fail.''

''Nothing can be made out of nothing.''

''He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity.''

''Methinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retailed to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day.''

''I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers.''

''Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he's worth to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say, That Time comes stealing on by night and day?''

''Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels, Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends And give your hearts to, when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes, fall away Like water from ye, never found again But where they mean to sink ye.''

''Would any but these boiled-brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty hunt this weather?''

''Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.''

''The dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns.''

''My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirred, And I myself see not the bottom of it.''

''The great man down, you mark his favorite flies, The poor advanced makes friends of enemies.''

''Mine honor is my life, both grow in one, Take honor from me, and my life is done.''

''Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere.''

''No medicine in the world can do thee good; In thee there is not half an hour's life.''

''The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!''

''Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity? and will you yet call yourself young?''

''Exit, pursued by a bear.''

''O wretched fool, That lov'st to make thine honesty a vice! O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe.''

''Frailty, thy name is woman!''

''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.''

''O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.''

''Olivia. There lies your way, due west. Viola. Then westward ho!''

''Then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow.''

''My books and instruments shall be my company, On them to look and practise by myself.''

''For the mutable, rank-scented meiny, let them Regard me as I do not flatter, and Therein behold themselves.''

''Duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this.''

''Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humor which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful?''

''To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.''

''O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!''

''There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.''

''Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.''

''O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.''

''We were the first and dearest of your friends.''

''Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest terms?''

''O, reason not the need! our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's.''

''Out, out, brief candle. Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.''

''You are my true and honorable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.''

''Honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar.''

''This will last out a night in Russia When nights are longest there.''

''Bravest at the last, She levelled at our purposes, and being royal Took her own way.''

''But something may be done that we will not, And sometimes we are devils to ourselves, When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.''

''"Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves." And well said too; for who shall go about To cozen fortune, and be honorable Without the stamp of merit?''

''Poor and content is rich, and rich enough, But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor. Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy!''

''I have told you enough of this. For my part I'll not meddle nor make no farther.''

''As a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric: I am justly killed with mine own treachery.''

''Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters.''

''Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground And dash themselves to pieces.''

''If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.''

''O that I were a fool! I am ambitious for a motley coat.''

''Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine.''

''Gloucester. I hope they will not come upon us now. King Henry. We are in God's hands, brother, not in theirs.''

''Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls.''

''A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hath ta'en with equal thanks.''

''More are men's ends marked than their lives before. The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.''

''At my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes Of burning cressets, and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shaked like a coward.''

''You are come in very happy time To bear my greeting to the senators And tell them that I will not come today.''

''Moneys is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, "Hath a dog money? Is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats?" Or Shall I bend low and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness, Say this: "Fair sir, you spat on me on Wednesday last, You spurned me such a day, another time You called me dog; and for these courtesies I'll lend you thus much moneys?"''

''Since the quarrel Will bear no color for the thing he is, Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented, Would run to these and these extremities.''

''New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let 'em be unmanly) yet are followed.''

''Virtue? a fig! 'tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners.''

''These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume.''

''Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?''

''We the globe can compass soon, Swifter than the wandering moon.''

''Let the end try the man.''

''Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest— For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.''

''If we shall stand still In fear our motion will be mocked or carped at, We should take root here where we sit, or sit State-statues only.''

''I cannot flatter; I do defy The tongues of soothers, but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself.''

''She shall be buried by her Antony; No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous.''

''I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth.''

''Is she worth keeping? Why, she is a pearl Whose price hath launched above a thousand ships.''

''Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.''

''Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm? It is hypocrisy against the devil. They that mean virtuously and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.''

''But thy eternal summer shall not fade.''

''None but Antony Should conquer Antony.''

''Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning; now thou art an O without a figure. I am better than thou art now; I am a fool, thou art nothing.''

''Security gives way to conspiracy.''

''My chief humor is for a tyrant. I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split.''

''Kent. This is nothing, Fool. Fool. The 'tis like the breath of an unfeed lawyer, you gave me nothing for't.''

''Macbeth shall never vanquished be until Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill Shall come against him.''

''Come on, poor babe, Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens To be thy nurses. Wolves and bears, they say, Casting their savageness aside, have done Like offices of pity.''

''Beware instinct—the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter.''

''He says he loves my daughter: I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water as he'll stand and read As 'twere my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think there is not half a kiss to choose Who loves another best.''

''A plague o' both your houses. They have made worms' meat of me.''

''The bow is bent and drawn; make from the shaft.''

''You have some sick offence within your mind, Which by the right and virtue of my place I ought to know of.''

''At a few drops of women's rheum, which are As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labor Of our great action.''

''As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honor for his valor; and death for his ambition.''

''I have't. It is engendered. Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.''

''For, ere Demetrius looked on Hermia's eyne, He hailed down oaths that he was only mine, And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.''

''Rammed me in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings, greasy napkins, that, Master Brook, there was the rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril.''

''They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much.''

''With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave. Thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Outsweetened not thy breath.''

''My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I am rough and lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.''

''Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.''

''They are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing. It is no mean happiness therefore to be seated in the mean.''

''At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows, But like of each thing that in season grows.''

''How well he's read, to reason against reading!''

''The skipping King, he ambled up and down, With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits, Soon kindled and soon burnt, carded his state, Mingled his royalty with cap'ring fools.''

''I see your brows are full of discontent, Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears.''

''Cassius is aweary of the world: Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; Checked like a bondman; all his faults observed, Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote To cast into my teeth.''

''O these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes, And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every ticklish reader! Set them down For sluttish spoils of opportunity And daughters of the game.''

''The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.''

''Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity.''

''Speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, Became the accents of the valiant; For those that could speak low and tardily Would turn their own perfection to abuse To seem like him.''

''What need we have any friends, if we should ne'er have need of 'em? They were the most needless creatures living, if we should ne'er have use for 'em.''

''I will not cast away my physic but on those that are sick.''

''The oldest hath borne most; we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.''

''Keep this man safe; Give him all kindness. I had rather have Such men my friends than enemies.''

'''Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.''

''In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbors.''

''I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word, for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus.''

''Titania. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love? Bottom. I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let's have the tongs and the bones.''

''I'll mountebank their loves, Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved Of all the trades in Rome.''

''He has my heart yet, and shall have my prayers While I shall have my life.''

''Adriana. With what persuasion did he tempt thy love? Luciana. With words that in an honest suit might move. First he did praise my beauty, then my speech.''

''Pericles. He asks of you that never used to beg. 1st Fisherman. No, friend, cannot you beg? Here's them in our country of Greece gets more with begging than we can do with working.''

'''Tis a strange serpent.''

''The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul!''

''It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.''

''If I do grow great, I'll grow less, for I'll purge and leave sack, and live cleanly as a nobleman should do.''

''I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.''

''Prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen and hang me up at the door of a brothel-house for the sign of blind Cupid.''

''Your wife would give you little thanks for that If she were by to hear you make the offer.''

''I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. Th' imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense.''

''Thus men may grow wiser every day.''

''I will die a hundred thousand deaths Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.''

''Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.''

'''Tis the infirmity of his age, yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself.''

''His tears run down his beard like winter's drops From eaves of reeds.''

''You yourself Are much condemned to have an itching palm, To sell and mart your offices for gold To undeservers.''

''These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume.''

''Would you have me False to my nature? Rather say, I play The man I am.''

''Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!''

''Men shut their doors against a setting sun.''

''There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all.''

''Orlando. Who stays it still withal? Rosalind. With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how Time moves.''

''What, is the jay more precious than the lark Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel Because his painted skin contents the eye?''

''I will reward thee Once for thy sprightly comfort, and tenfold For thy good valor.''

''Thrift, thrift, Horatio, the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.''

''Jaques. Have you a song, forester, for this purpose? 2nd Lord. Yes, sir. Jaques. Sing it. 'Tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough.''

''The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.''

''Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, Shall die a beggar.''

''King Richard. Lions make leopards tame. Mowbray. Yea, but not change his spots.''

''We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.''

''You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!''

''What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.''

''In the dead waste and middle of the night.''

''Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.''

''Love is too young to know what conscience is, Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest guilty of my faults, thy sweet self prove. For, thou betraying me, I do betray My nobler part to my gross body's treason; My soul doth tell my body that he may Triumph in love: flesh stays no farther reason, But rising at thy name doth point out thee As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride, He is contented thy poor drudge to be, To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side. No want of conscience hold it that I call Her "love" for whose dear love I rise and fall.''

''One fairer than my love! The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.''

''The general so likes your music, that he desires you for love's sake to make no more noise with it.''

''Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou know'st 'tis common, all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.''

''O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beasts!''

''And where two raging fires meet together; They do consume the thing that feeds their fury. Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.''

''"Let me not live," quoth he, "After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain."''

''So to your pleasures, I am for other than for dancing measures.''

''She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th'bud, Feed on her damask cheek.''

''O grim-looked night, O night with hue so black, O night which ever art when day is not!''

''A city on whom plenty held full hand, For riches strewed herself even in her streets; Whose towers bore heads so high they kissed the clouds, And strangers ne'er beheld but wondered at.''

''The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.''

''Like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect.''

'''Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepared, and look not for it.''

''I thank my fortune for it, My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place.''

''All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country!''

''Earth's increase, foison plenty, Barns and garners never empty, Vines with clustering bunches growing, Plants with goodly burden bowing; Spring come to you at the farthest In the very end of harvest! Scarcity and want shall shun you; Ceres' blessing so is on you.''

''Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness. This is the state of man; today he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls as I do.''

''Look how my ring encompasseth thy finger; Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart. Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.''

''Let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker may fall dead, And that the trunk may be discharged of breath As violently as hasty powder fired Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.''

''Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth; it catches.''

''Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.''

''Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmation strong As proofs of holy writ.''

''There is no woman's sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. Alas, their love may be called appetite.''

'''Tis with my mind As with the tide swelled up unto his height, That makes a still-stand, running neither way.''

''Silence is the perfectest herald of joy.''

''List, list, O list! If thou didst ever thy dear father love— ... Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. ... Murder most foul, as in the best it is, But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.''

''The complexion of the element In favor's like the work we have in hand, Most bloody-fiery, and most terrible.''

''Methinks King Richard and myself should meet With no less terror than the elements Of fire and water, when their thundering shock At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.''

''Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love.''

''Nothing will come of nothing.''

''I am not in the giving vein today.''

''Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it. He died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle.''

''Your heart's desires be with you!''

''The god of this great vast, rebuke these surges, Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou that hast Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, Having called them from the deep! O, still Thy deaf'ning dreadful thunders, gently quench Thy nimble sulphurous flashes!''

''Things that love night Love not such nights as these.''

''Take physic, pomp, Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them And show the heavens more just.''

''Rosalind. I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition; and ask me what you will, I will grant it. Orlando. Then love me, Rosalind. Rosalind. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays and all.''

''I would not wish Any companion in the world but you.''

''The beds i' th' East are soft.''

''O let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast.''

''To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.''

''A light heart lives long.''

''Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the long-liv'd phoenix in her blood; Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st, And do what'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets;''

''Down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element's below.''

''When Caesar says, "Do this," it is performed.''

''A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.''

''I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind. To blow on whom, I please.''

''O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!''

''Where should this music be? I' th' air, or th' earth? It sounds no more.''

''I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life.''

''That very time I saw (but thou couldst not) Flying between the cold moon and the earth Cupid all armed.''

''What's brave, what's noble, Let's do't after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us.''

''Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. O that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall t'expel the winter's flaw!''

''Danger knows full well That Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions littered in one day, And I the elder and more terrible, And Caesar shall go forth.''

''O, he sits high in all the people's hearts; And that which would appear offence in us His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness.''

''Nay sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child.''

''Comparisons are odorous.''

''If a hart do lack a hind, Let him seek out Rosalind.''

''Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths.''

''They that stand high have many blasts to shake them, And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.''

''Adrian. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Sebastian. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Antonio. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.''

''He must be taught, and trained, and bid go forth: A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds On objects, arts, and imitations, Which, out of use and staled by other men, Begin his fashion.''

'''Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall.''

''Never anything can be amiss When simpleness and duty tender it.''

''When went there by an age, since the great Flood, But it was famed with more than with one man?''

''To define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?''

''O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry players as ever I see!''

''Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack. Thou art going to the wars, and whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is nobody cares.''

''This is the monstruosity in love, lady—that the will is infinite and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.''

''I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north, he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, "Fie upon this quiet life! I want work."''

''Say that she rail, why then I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown, I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly washed with dew. Say she be mute, and will not speak a word, Then I'll commend her volubility, And say she uttereth piercing eloquence.''

''In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.''

''She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.''

''But since all is well, keep it so, wake not a sleeping wolf.''

''If I be left behind, A moth of peace, and he go to the war, The rites for which I love him are bereft me, And I a heavy interim shall support By his dear absence. Let me go with him.''

''A soldier firm and sound of heart.''

''This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands.''

''A city on th' inconstant billows dancing; For so appears this fleet majestical.''

''Mine eye hath play'd the painter, and hath steel'd Thy beauty's form in table of my heart:''

''If you will patiently dance in our round, And see our moonlight revels, go with us.''

''I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.''

''Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?''

''An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.''

''The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.''

''Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green.''

''Lord, what fools these mortals be!''

''For I must tell you friendly in your ear, Sell when you can, you are not for all markets.''

''Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. Paris. He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.''

''Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh.''

''I am the unhappy subject of these quarrels.''

''Now I stand as one upon a rock, Environed with a wilderness of sea, Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, Expecting ever when some envious surge Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.''

''All hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.''

''Then to Silvia let us sing That Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling.''

''I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope.''

''Tut, tut, good enough to toss, food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better. Tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.''

''The sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done.''

''Pity, like a naked, new-born babe Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubins, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.''

''His valors shown upon our crests today Have taught us how to cherish such high deeds Even in the bosom of our adversaries.''

''Like to the Pontic Sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er knows retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up.''

''A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?''

''O world, thou wast the forest to this hart, And this indeed, O world, the heart of thee! How like a deer, strucken by many princes, Dost thou here lie!''

''Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath.''

''Guildenstern. The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. Hamlet. A dream itself is but a shadow.''

''Herein Fortune shows herself more kind Than is her custom. It is still her use To let the wretched man outlive his wealth, To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow An age of poverty; from which lingering penance Of such misery doth she cut me off.''

''O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!''

''They shall yet belie thy happy years That say thou art a man. Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound, And all is semblative a woman's part.''

''The gross band of the unfaithful.''

''If I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so.''

''With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate.''

''I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth.''

''Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.''

''Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.''

''Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!''

''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?''

''I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.''

''The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!''

''What, can the devil speak true?''

''How irksome is this music to my heart! When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?''

''You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?''

''O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O no, the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.''

''They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.''

''They say the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous; so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me. By my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her.''

''Peace puts forth her olive everywhere.''

''If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, When time is old and hath forgot itself, When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, And blind oblivion swallowed cities up, And mighty states characterless are grated To dusty nothing, yet let memory From false to false among false maids in love Upbraid my falsehood.''

''Plead what I will be, not what I have been; Not my deserts, but what I will deserve.''

''Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.''

''Show his eyes and grieve his heart.''

''So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too— Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out— And take upon 's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies.''

''O wise and upright judge! How much more elder art thou than thy looks!''

''Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.''

''Our kindred, though they be long ere they be wooed, they are constant being won; they are burrs, I can tell you, they'll stick where they are thrown.''

''I do hate a proud man as I hate the engendering of toads.''

''His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.''

''For God doth know, and you may partly see, How far I am from the desire of this.''

''But fare thee well, most foul, most fair! Farewell, Thou pure impiety and impious purity!''

''Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus' gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty is, my lady sweet, arise; Arise, arise!''

''The raven chides blackness.''

''The climate's delicate, the air most sweet, Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing The common praise it bears.''

''We defy augury. There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all.''

''Henceforth I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself "Enough, enough," and die.''

''Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty.''

''O happy fair! Your eyes are lodestars, and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.''

''O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.''

''Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.''

''Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit.''

''I have much ado to know myself.''

''Is it possible That love should of a sudden take such hold?''

''Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out "Olivia!" O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth But you should pity me.''

''Mine honesty and I begin to square. The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly; yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord Does conquer him that did his master conquer And earns a place i' the story.''

''From Rumor's tongues They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.''

''There may be in the cup A spider steeped, and one may drink, depart, And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge Is not infected; but if one present Th'abhorred ingredient to his eye, make known How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider.''

''Unquiet meals make ill digestions.''

''He makes a July's day short as December, And with his varying childness cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood.''

''A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loathed than an effeminate man In time of action.''

''There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond, And do a willful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dressed in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit, As who should say, "I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips let no dog bark!"''

''Then join you with them like a rib of steel, To make strength stronger.''

''Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs ... Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sound of sweetest melody?''

''Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.''

''My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.''

''So tedious is this day As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them.''

''O ill-starred wench, Pale as thy smock! When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl, Even like thy chastity.''

''Down from the waist they are centaurs, Though women all above; But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends': there's hell, there's darkness, There is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, Stench, consumption.''

''Our enemies have beat us to the pit. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves Than tarry till they push us.''

''Ligarius. What's to do? Brutus. A piece of work that will make sick men whole.''

''I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a challenge.''

''Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air.''

''I will redeem all this on Percy's head, And in the closing of some glorious day, Be bold to tell you that I am your son.''

''I have lived long enough: my way of life Is fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have.''

''Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the fraught bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?''

''These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are.''

''Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters.''

''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 herself; And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.''

''Thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stolen forth of holy writ, And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.''

''It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good night.''

''See, see, King Richard doth himself appear, As doth the blushing discontented sun From out the fiery portal of the east.''

''Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again?''

''I pray you let us satisfy our eyes With the memorials and the things of fame That do renown this city.''

''He is given To sports, to wildness, and much company.''

''Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact.''

''So shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts, Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters, Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause, And in this upshot, purposes mistook Fallen on th'inventors' heads.''

''Why then, the world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.''

''Like a dull actor now I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace.''

''I do not think a braver gentleman, More active-valiant or more valiant-young, More daring, or more bold, is now alive To grace this latter age with noble deeds.''

''Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Without a prompter.''

''Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripped.''

''As you from crimes would pardoned be, Let your indulgence set me free.''

''He cannot buckle his distempered cause Within the belt of rule.''

''What must the King do now? Must he submit? The King shall do it. Must he be deposed? The King shall be contented. Must he lose The name of King? a' God's name let it go.''

''A very little little let us do And all is done.''

''The Count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well; but civil count, civil as an orange, and something of that jealous complexion.''

''She stripped it from her arm. I see her yet: Her pretty action did outsell her gift, And yet enriched it too.''

''I would I could Quit all offences with as clear excuse As well as I am doubtless I can purge Myself of many I am charged withal.''

''When sorrows come they come not single spies, But in battalions.''

''What a blunt fellow is this grown to be! He was quick mettle when he went to school.''

''The clock upbraids me with a waste of time.''

''Be angry when you will, it shall have scope. Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.''

''Conrade. Away! You are an ass, you are an ass. Dogberry. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years?''

''Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats drily.''

''Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume.''

''Sebastian. He is drunk now. Where had he wine? Alonzo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe. Where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?''

''Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?''

''Thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain Unmixed with baser matter.''

''They have been at a great feast of languages and stolen the scraps.''

''Methinks a father Is at the nuptial of his son a guest That best becomes the table.''

''I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.''

''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.''

''If you had but looked big and spit at him, he'd have run.''

''What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?''

''The king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them.''

''Like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glitt'ring o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.''

''I am ill, but your being by me Cannot amend me; society is no comfort To one not sociable. I am not very sick, Since I can reason of it.''

''O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites!''

''Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glides than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over low'ring hills.''

''O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities; For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.''

''Adultery? Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery! No, the wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive.''

''In thy face I see The map of honor, truth, and loyalty.''

''His legs bestrid the ocean; his reared arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn it was That grew the more by reaping. His delights Were dolphinlike; they showed his back above The element they lived in. In his livery Walked crowns and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropped from his pocket.''

''You that are old consider not the capacities of us that are young.''

''If ever (as that ever may be near) You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, Then shall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make.''

''A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!''

''Here choose I. Joy be the consequence!''

''Queen. And must we be divided? Must we part? King Richard. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.''

''"Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath." Must give—for what? for lead, hazard for lead? This casket threatens. Men that hazard all Do it in hope of fair advantages; A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.''

''Sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.''

''What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug Would scour these English hence?''

''The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.''

''Lear. Dost thou call me fool, boy? Fool. All thy other titles thou hast given away; that thou wast born with.''

''Custom calls me to't. What custom wills, in all things should we do't, The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heaped For truth to o'erpeer.''

''Here she comes, curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad Thus to make poor females mad.''

''When thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant.''

''For let our finger ache, and it endues Our other healthful members even to a sense Of pain.''

''O, but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. He that no more must say is listened more Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose. More are men's ends marked than their lives before. The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.''

''Cankered heaps of strange-achievèd gold.''

''But this rough magic I here abjure, and when I have required Some heavenly music—which even now I do— To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.''

''Pardon this fault, and by my soul I swear I never more will break an oath with thee.''

''He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.''

''From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch. Fire answers fire, and through their play flames Each battle sees the other's umbered face. Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.''