Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care The death of each day's life sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds great nature's second course Chief nourisher in life's feast.
Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars But in ourselves that we are underlings.
The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars But in ourselves that we are underlings.
Assume a virtue if you have it not.
I am as poor as Job my lord but not so patient.
My crown is called content a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
If music be the food of love play on Give me excess of it that surfeiting The appetite may sicken and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound.
I wish you all the joy that you can wish.
That he is mad 'tis true 'tis true 'tis pity And pity 'tis 'tis true.
Ay sir to be honest as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
He does it with a better grace but I do it more natural.
O fortune fortune! all men call thee fickle.
Happy thou art not for what thou hast not still thou striv'est to get and what thou hast forget'est.
God grant us patience!
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 man. I am peppered I warrant for this world.
Sweet are the uses of adversity Which like the toad ugly and venomous Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
The play's the thing.