God made him and therefore let him pass for a man.
The royal throne of kings this scepter'd 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 wa...
The people are the city.
What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.
... reason andlove keep little company together now-a-days...
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Then others for breath of words respect,Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is i...
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
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...
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?Scorn and derision never come in tears:Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears.How can these things in me seem s...
When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
What's done, is done
What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.
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...
We, ignorant of ourselves,Beg often our own harms, which the wise powersDeny us for our good; so find we profitBy losing of our prayers.
Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.