Love is blindand lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit
Death,The undiscovere'd country, from whose bournNo traveller returns,
You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all...
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
Why, what's the matter,That you have such a February face,So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smoothBut that our soft conditions and our heartsShould well agree with our external parts?
When themind's free, The Body's delicate.
When shall we three meet againIn thunder, lightning, or in rain?
What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by.Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am.Then fly! What, from myself? Great reason why:Lest I revenge. What, myself...
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in Reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of...
We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage.When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel downAnd ask of thee forgiveness. So we’ll live,And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laughAt gilded butte...
We came into the world like brother and brother,And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
We burn daylight.
We are oft to blame in this, -'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage,and pios action we do sugar o'erthe devil himself.
Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.
Two households, both alike in dignity,In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.From forth the fatal loins of these two...
To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Tis within ourselves that we are thus or thus
Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; The...