I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger.'No, and if he were I would burn my library.
How low am I, thou painted maypole?(Hermia to Helena)
For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.
Brabantio: You are a villain!Iago: You are a senator!
A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless criesAnd look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich...
But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world now lies he there And none so poor to do him reverence.
Sigh no more ladies sigh no more Men were deceivers ever One foot in sea and one on shore To one thing constant never.
Age cannot wither her nor custom stale her infinite variety other women cloy the appetites they feed but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.
Blow wind and crack your cheeks. Rage! Blow!
There's a time for all things.
Much rain wears the marble.
O sleep O gentle sleep Nature's soft nurse.
My heart is ever at your service.
We do pray for mercy and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.
A politician . . . one that would circumvent God.
I shall not look upon his like again.
But for my own part it was Greek to me.