Out out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.
Such as we are made of such we be.
Honour pricks me on. Yea but how if honour prick me off when I come on? How then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery t...
Help me Cassius or I sink!
The cunning livery of hell.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
Now is the Winter of our discontent.
I earn that I eat get that I wear owe no man hate envy no man's happiness glad of other men's good content with my harm.
The people are the city.
Oh, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, Or that the Everlasting had not fixed. His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.
Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
ساءت أفعالهم فقبحت بالناس ظنونهم.