A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapors which environ it, makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, fu...
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.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
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...
Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world; now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the dayWould quake to l...
Some grief shows much of love,But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Men of few words are the best men.(3.2.41)
Master, go on, and I will follow theeTo the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brainsSuch shaping fantasies, that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
I was adored once too.
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver.
That that is is.
I have drunk,and seen the spider."(Leontine, Act II Scene I)
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty face from day to day.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?Or sells eternity to get a toy?For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?...