This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.
Refrain to-night;And that shall lend a kind of easinessTo the next abstinence, the next more easy;For use almost can change the stamp of nature,And either master the devil or throw him outWith wondrou...
ROMEOThere is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,Doing more murders in this loathsome world,Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.Farewell: b...
O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!
Love is holy.
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth,Let's choose executors and talk of wills
If music be the food of love, play on,Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.
HAMLET To be or not to be—that is the question: 64 Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer 65 The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, 66 Or to take arms against a sea of troubles 67 And, by o...
Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.
Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
Great men may jest with saints 'tis wit in them But in the less foul profanation.
To climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first.
And thereby hangs a tale.
For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.
Come what may time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Murder most foul as in the best it is But this most foul strange and unnatural.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.