Out, damned spot! out, I say!—One, two; why, then ‘tis time to do’t.—Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Y...
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;Or close the wall with our English dead.
Officers, what offence have these men done?DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they havebelied...
Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.
O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon,That monthly changes in her circle orb,Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
O, full of scorpions is my mind!
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:But O, what damnèd minute...
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascendThe brightest heaven of invention!
O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in showThy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
My stars shine darkly overme
My Oberon, what visions have I seen!Methought I was enamored of an ass. Titania, Act IV, Scene 1, Lines 76-77
Music, moody foodOf us that trade in love.
Mitbürger! Freunde! Römer! hört mich an:Begraben will ich Cäsarn, nicht ihn preisen.Was Menschen Übles tun, das überlebt sie,Das Gute wird mit ihnen oft begraben.So sei es auch mit Cäsarn! Der edle Br...
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
Mark it, nuncle.Have more than thou showest,Speak less than thou knowest,Lend less than thou owest,Ride more than thou goest,Learn more than thou trowest,Set less than thou throwest,Leave thy drink an...
Madam, you have bereft me of all words,Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
MERCUTIO: Thou art like one of those fellows that whenhe enters the confines of a tavern claps me his swordupon the table and says God send me no need ofthee! and by the operation of the second cup dr...
Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.