Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself foryou and dote upon the exchange.
She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smi...
Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plainShe sings as sweetly as a nightingale.Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clearAs morning roses newly wash'd with dew.Say she be mute and will not speak a w...
SONNET 43When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,For all the day they view things unrespected;But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.Then thou...
Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.Mercutio: And so did I.Romeo: Well, what was yours?Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.
Ready to go but never to return.
Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting.Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out.Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where...
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon,That monthly changes in her circle orb,Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou artAs glorious to this night, being o'er my headAs is a winged messenger of heaven
O, it is excellentTo have a giant's strenght, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
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 true apothecary!Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
My stars shine darkly overme
More of your conversation would infect my brain.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.