Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
What is the city but the people?
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
As full of spirit as the month of May.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet lies! Such heaven never touched earthly faces
Thought is free.
Thou - why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thow hast...
O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in't!
My Crown is in my heart, not on my head:Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content,A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breathTo say to me that thou art out of breath?
Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!-Posthumus LeonatusAct V, Scene V
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-changeInto something rich and strange.Sea-nymphs ho...
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
We cannot all be masters.
Forbear to judge for we are sinners all.