One fire burns out another's burning,One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
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
Look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under it.
Let me play the lion too: I will roar that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar again.
Laurence Olivier begins his 1948 film adaptation of Hamlet with a voice-over stating, This is the tragedy of a man who could not make up his mind. Such a reading of the play, even when more elegantly...
LUCIUS. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?AARON. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.Even now I curse the day- and yet, I think,Few come within the compass of my curse-Wherein I did not s...
It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
If there were a sympathy in choice,War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it,Making it momentary as a sound,Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,Brief as the lightning in the collied nightThat, in...
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
I hold my peace, sir? no;No, I will speak as liberal as the north;Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead. . . . . . . . . . . .And breathed such life with kisses in my lipsThat I revived and was an emperor.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bankHere we will sit, and let the sounds of music
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;Life and these lips have long been separated:Death lies on her like an untimely frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
For trust not him that hath once broken faith
Double, double, toil and trouble;Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
Be bloody bold and resolute.
And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.