Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
What cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes
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Therein lies the rub
[I] must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words.
You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
You may my glories and my state depose,But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:It was the nightingale, and not the lark,That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:Believe me, love, it was the n...
Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a highpraise, too brown for a fair praise and too littlefor a great praise: only this commendation I canafford her, that were she other than she is, she
Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile,And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart,And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,And frame my face for all occasions
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness, serious vanity,Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick hea...
Who is it that can tell me who I am?
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
What's his offense?Groping for trout in a peculiar river.
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green...
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he todayThat sheds his blood with meShall be my brother.
Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears.But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out!Adieu my lord, I have a speech...