Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
Time is the king of men.
Let them obey that know not how to rule.
There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune.
To die: - to sleep: No more and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
for my grief's so greatThat no supporter but the huge firm earthCan hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.(Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)
O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
To do a great right do a little wrong.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
We will meet; and there we may rehearse mostobscenely and courageously.Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream. Spoken by Bottom, Act I Sc. 2
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.