There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked...
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; abase, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; alily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,glass-gazing, s...
My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease;Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,An...
All things are ready, if our mind be so.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thyeyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)
Men are April when they woo December when they wed.
Age cannot wither her nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.
The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor?Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest.Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind d...
Men's vows are women's traitors!
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
And worse I may be yet: the worst is notSo long as we can say 'This is the worst.
The first thing we do let's kill all the lawyers.
Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.