"Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upwardTo what they were before."

"Farewell, fair cruelty."

"For murder though it have no tongue will speak With most miraculous organ."

"Confusion now hath made his masterpiece."

"Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive."

"There is a divinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will."

"More are men's ends marked than their lives before.The setting sun, the music at the close,As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,Writ in remembrance more than things long past."

"A light heart lives long."

"My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts, and these same thoughts people this little world."

"Speak low, if you speak love."

"Love is holy."

"The shadow of my sorrow. Let's see, 'tis very true. My griefs lie all within and these external manners of laments are mere shadows to the unseen grief which swells with silence in the tortured soul.There lies the substance."

"Such a mad marriage never was before."

"Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes."

"Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find."

"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."

"Life ... is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing."

"Men shut their doors against a setting sun."

"If it be now, 'tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come-the readiness is all."

"How true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, Reason none, If what parts, can so remain."

"In time we hate that which we often fear."

"A politician . . . one that would circumvent God."

"Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fairTo be death's conquest and make worms thine heir."

"The law hath not been dead though it hath slept."

"Unsex me here and fill me from crown to toe full of direst cruelty That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose." Macbeth."

"Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown."

"O that a man might knowThe end of this day's business ere it come!But it sufficeth that the day will endAnd then the end is known."

"Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety."

"Every man has his fault and honesty is his."

"Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven."

"The people are the city."

"Every why hath a wherefore."

"If you have tears prepare to shed them now."

"O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been."

"How now! Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand." Lady Macbeth."

"O! How much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!"

"From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. . . . O, I am fortune's fool! . . . Then I defy you, stars."

"I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart."

"I profess myself an enemy to all other joys, which the most precious square of sense possesses, and find I am alone felicitate in your dear highness love."

"What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no."

"And worse I may be yet: the worst is notSo long as we can say 'This is the worst."

"Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find."

"His life was gentle; and the elementsSo mixed in him, that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!"

"Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once."

"LEONATOWell, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.BEATRICENot till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred."

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."

"Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day."

"What's in a name?"

"Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short."

"Were such things here as we do speak about?Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner?"