We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
There is a divinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will.
Conscience is but a word that cowards use Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.
Golden lads and girls all must As chimney-sweepers come to dust.
I will have thee, as our rarer monsters are, painted upon a pole,and underwrit: "Here you may see the tyrant, Macbeth
To be honest, as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.Hamlet Act II, Scene II Lines 178-179
Small herbs have grace, great weeds to grow apace.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
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...
They are but beggars that can count their worth.
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.
She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended,That you have but slumbered hereWhile these visions did appear.And this weak and idle theme,No more yielding but a dream,Gentles, do not...
I am a Jew. 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, heal'd by the...
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
Exit, pursued by a bear.
And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born ina merry hour.BEATRICE
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is 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...