It is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing. what of that? her eye discourses; i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; two...
You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
When we our betters see bearing our woes,We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of t...
What a fool honesty is.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;But do not dull thy palm with entertainmentOf each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of w...
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder.
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.
So fair and foul a day I have not seen.
Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him,And all their ministers attend on him.
Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave m...
Out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow...a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
O time, thou must untangle this, not I.It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.
Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove.O no, it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wand'ring bar...
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom:If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved
Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.