Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.-Helena
O, let me kiss that hand!KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)
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 drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire.
My dear, dear Lord,The purest treasure mortal times affordIs spotless reputation; that awayMen are but gilded loan or painted clay...Mine honor is my life; both grow in one;Take honor from me, and my...
My Oberon, what visions have I seen!Methought I was enamored of an ass. Titania, Act IV, Scene 1, Lines 76-77
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...
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...
Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.
Love's stories written in love's richest books.To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
Love is merely a madness.
Leben ist nur ein wandelnd Schattenbild;Ein armer Komödiant, der spreizt und knirschtSein Stündchen auf der Bühn' und dann nicht mehr Vernommen wird; ein Märchen ist's, erzählt Von einem Dummkopf voll...
Lady, you are the cruel'st she aliveIf you will lead these graces to the graveAnd leave the world no copy.
It is not night when I do see your face,Therefore I think I am not in the night;Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,For you in my respect are all the world:Then how can it be said I am alone,Whe...
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility; but when the blast of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,...
I, measuring his affections by my own,Which then most sought where most might not be found,Being one too many by my weary self,Pursued my humor not pursuing his,And gladly shunned who gladly fled from...