"The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you. Posthumus."

"For it falls outThat what we have we prize not to the worthWhiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost,Why, then we rack the value, then we findThe virtue that possession would not show usWhile it was ours."

"Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes."

"The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired."

"If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended,That you have but slumbered hereWhile these visions did appear.And this weak and idle theme,No more yielding but a dream,Gentles, do not reprehend:If you pardon, we will mend:And, as I am an honest Puck,If we have unearned luckNow to 'scape the serpent's tongue,We will make amends ere long;Else the Puck a liar call;So, good night unto you all.Give me your hands, if we be friends,And Robin shall restore amends."

"O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty."

"Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as whenThe bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,Her ashes new-create another heirAs great in admiration as herself."

"Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing."

"Come what come may time and the hour runs through the roughest day."

"The better part of valour is discretion."

"It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions."

"I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father."

"O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on."

"Better a witty fool than a foolish wit."

"But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world now lies he there And none so poor to do him reverence."

"Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course."

"Those lips that Love's own hand did makeBreathed forth the sound that said, 'I hate'To me that languished for her sake,But, when she saw my woeful state,Straight in her heart did mercy come,Chiding that tongue that ever sweetWas used in giving gentle doom,And taught it thus anew to greet:'I hate,' she altered with an endThat followed it as gentle dayDoth follow night, who like a fiendFrom Heaven to Hell is flown away.'I hate' from hate away she threwAnd saved my life, saying 'not you'."

"This story shall the good man teach his son;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 meShall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,This day shall gentle his condition;And gentlemen in England now-a-bedShall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaksThat fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."

"There's a small choice in rotten apples."

"I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion."

"Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything."

"Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art."

"Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear,Thou lily-livered boy."

"He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument."

"Alas, my lord, your wisdom is consumed in confidence."

"I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man."

"I shall not look upon his like again."

"God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another."

"Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them."

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."

"He reads much;He is a great observer and he looksQuite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sortAs if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spiritThat could be moved to smile at any thing.Such men as he be never at heart's easeWhiles they behold a greater than themselves,And therefore are they very dangerous."

"Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life."

"Then others for breath of words respect,Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect."

"This too shall pass."

"What we are is not all that we may become."

"I will make thee think thy swan a crow."

"Death is a fearful thing."

"The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night."

"They are but beggars that can count their worth."

"The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils."

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

"So our virtuesLie in the interpretation of the time:And power, unto itself most commendable,Hath not a tomb so evident as a chairTo extol what it hath done.One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail."

"Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so."

"I had as lief have the foppery of freedom as the morality of imprisonment."

"O, that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass."

"O for a Muse of fire, that would ascendThe brightest heaven of invention!"

"They do not love, that do not show their love."

"Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under't."

"The Devil hath powerTo assume a pleasing shape."

"Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind."