“ Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it. William Shakespeare
“ The quality of mercy is not strained.It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.'Tis mightiest in the mightiest… William Shakespeare
“ The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break. William Shakespeare
“ The breaking of so great a thing should makeA greater crack: the round worldShould have shook lions into civil streets,And citizens to their dens. William Shakespeare
“ Swaggering in the coffee-houses and ruffling it in the streets were the men who had sailed with Frobisher and Drake and Sir Humphrey Gilbert, Hawkins, and Sir Richard Granville; had perhaps witnessed… William Shakespeare
“ Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more! William Shakespeare
“ Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see William Shakespeare
“ 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. William Shakespeare
“ Out, damned spot! out, I say!—One, two; why, then ‘tis time to do’t.—Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Y… William Shakespeare
“ Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;Or close the wall with our English dead. William Shakespeare
“ O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon,That monthly changes in her circle orb,Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. William Shakespeare
“ 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… William Shakespeare
“ My Oberon, what visions have I seen!Methought I was enamored of an ass. Titania, Act IV, Scene 1, Lines 76-77 William Shakespeare
