Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
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 very proud, revengeful,ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I havethoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape,or time to act them in.
Beware the ides of March.
And then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.
Let no such man be trusted.
Things done well and with care exempt themselves from fear.
These blessed candles of the night.
The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation that away Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
We know what we are but know not what we may be.
There is a divinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will.
Golden lads and girls all must As chimney-sweepers come to dust.
If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.
I will have thee, as our rarer monsters are, painted upon a pole,and underwrit: "Here you may see the tyrant, Macbeth
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
Totus mundus agit histrionem. [Motto of William Shakespeare's Globe Theatre (f. 1599) and its acting company, The King's Men; taken from the first play to be performed on the new stage.]
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.