Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respec...
Despair and die.The ghosts
Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done?Aaron: That which thou canst not undo.Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother.Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.
Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Come unto these yellow sands,And then take hands.Curtsied when you have and kissedThe wild waves whist,Foot is featly here and there;And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.Ariel's song, scene II, Act I
But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorou...
But if it be a sin to covet honour,I am the most offending soul alive.
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery T...
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
And it is very much lamented,...That you have no such mirrors as will turnYour hidden worthiness into your eyeThat you might see your shadow.
And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,From this day to the ending of the world,But we in it shall be remembered-We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;For he to-day that sheds his blood with meSha...
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players:They have their exits and their entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts.
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.Here’s much to do wit...
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!*It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*
How does he love me? With adoration, with fertile tears,With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.
Past and to come seems best things present worst.
A politician . . . one that would circumvent God.