One half of me is yours, the other half is yours,Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,And so all yours.
Macbeth:If we should fail?Lady Macbeth:We fail?But screw your courage to the sticking place,And we'll not fail.
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.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,Yet Grace must still look so.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men blush not in actions blacker than the night, will 'schew no course to keep them from the light. One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Murder's as near to...
So may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament.In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,Obscures the show of evil? In...
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach tw...
As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.
O gentle Romeo If thou dost love pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay So thou wilt woo: but else not for the world.
What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
Action is eloquence.
He that commends me to mine own contentCommends me to the thing I cannot get.I to the world am like a drop of waterThat in the ocean seeks another drop,Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,Unse...
But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool,And Time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.
I'll take thy word for faith not ask thine oath Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
I must be cruel only to be kind.
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 fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish...
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us.