| If music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it; that surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die. |
| Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game, but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time. |
| And though she be but little, she is fierce. |
| A Horse! A Horse! My kingdom for a horse! |
| Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? |
| Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much. |
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o'er wrought heart and bids it break.
Macbeth |
| To weep is to make less the depth of grief. |
| There is no darkness, but ignorance. |
| It is too hard a knot for me t'untie. |
| Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. |
| Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover. |
| It was Greek to me. |
| Leave off all thin potations and addict thyself to sack. |
| What's past is prologue. |
| Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. |
| The best safety lies in fear. |
Love all, trust few. Do wrong to none.
All's Well That Ends Well |
Tis better to be brief than tedious.
Richard III |
Speak low if you speak love.
Much Ado About Nothing |
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
Measure for Measure |
The common curse of mankind - folly and ignorance.
Troilus and Cressida |
| Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity? |
| Foul whisperings are abroad. |
| Come what may, time and hour runs through the roughest day. |
| The leopard does not change his spots. |
| Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent. |
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music. |
| Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. |
My soul is in the sky.
A Midsummer Night's Dream |
Crown us with praise, and make us
As fat as tame things: one good deed, dying tongueless,
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that:
For praises are our wages
Winter's Tale |
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Hamlet |
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Romeo And Juliet |
| Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast. |
| He that loves to be flattered is worthy of the flatterer. |
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Measure for Measure |
| More honoured in the breach than the observance. |
| The houses that he makes last till doomsday. |
| Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. |
| If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. |
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Twelfth Night |
| I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. |
Everyone can master a grief but he that has it.
Much Ado About Nothing |
| A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue of him that makes it. |
O brave new world, that has such people in 't!
The Tempest |
To thine own self be true.
Hamlet |
The common people swarm like summer flies.
Henry VI, Part 3 |
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes.
Richard III |
Get thee glass eyes;
And, like a scurvy politician, seem
To see the things thou dost not.
King Lear |
Wedded be thou to the hags of hell.
Henry VI, Part 2 |
