Lord what fools these mortals be!
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs Being purged a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet A choking gall...
Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I'll always be in your heart. If you hate me, I'll always be in your mind.
Love me or hate me, both are in my favour. If you love me, I'll always be in your heart... If you hate me, I'll always be in your mind.
whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them...
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?
When we our betters see bearing our woes,We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
When he shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish sun.
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hathsuch meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder.
The weight of this sad time we must obey,Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.The oldest hath borne most: we that are youngShall never see so much, nor live so long.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud,if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.