Why, what's the matter,That you have such a February face,So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
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 themind's free, The Body's delicate.
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 came into the world like brother and brother,And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
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.
Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that livesmust die,Passing through nature to eternity.
There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd,It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place beneath: it is twice blest;It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:'Tis mightiest in the mightiest:...
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night...
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,Burnt on the water.
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...
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues.
Out of her favour, where I am in love.