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...
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 silver'd o'er with white;When lofty trees I see barren...
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Men of few words are the best men.(3.2.41)
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 was adored once too.
I'll take thy word for faith not ask thine oath Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.
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...
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,Men were deceivers ever,-One foot in sea and one on shore,To one thing constant never.
O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in't!
Captain of our fairy band,Helena is here at hand,And the youth, mistook by me,Pleading for a lover's fee.
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
A plague o' both your houses.
Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.
This was the most unkindest cut of all For when the noble Caesar saw him stab Ingratitude more strong than traitor's arm Quite vanquish'd him then burst his mighty heart.
Why then the world's mine oyster Which I with sword will open.
CARDINAL WOLSEYSo farewell to the little good you bear me.Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!This is the state of man: to-day he puts forthThe tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,An...
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind, And makes it fearful and degenerate; Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
BOYETA mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady!Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be.MARIAWide o' the bow hand! i' faith, your hand is out.COSTARDIndeed, a' must shoot nea...