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There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
Most friendship is faining, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly. This life is most jolly.
Let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins, lay on the King!
A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!
We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
But now behold, In the quick forge and working-house of thought, How London doth pour out her citizens!
Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.
Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it.
Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe
How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!
O you beast! I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt, An 'tis no better reckoned but of these Who worship dirty gods.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.
I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please, for so fools have.
Our rash faults Make trivial price of serious thing we have, Not knowing them until we know their grave.
Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.
Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of
Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.
Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.
We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.
I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I have.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
If I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I am.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
For the poor wren (The most diminutive of birds) will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.
He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"
Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.
In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation
Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii
No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.
A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.