"Mislike me not for my complexion,The shadowed livery of the burnished sun,To whom I am a neighbor and near bred.Bring me the fairest creature northward born,Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,And let us make incision for your loveTo prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine."

"He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural."

"There's a time for all things."

"To do a great right do a little wrong."

"Why should their liberty than ours be more?"

"For Brutus is an honourable man So are they all all honourable men."

"Rumour is a pipeBlown by surmises, jealousies, conjecturesAnd of so easy and so plain a stopThat the blunt monster with uncounted heads,The still-discordant wavering multitude,Can play upon it."

"Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I love you."

"We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone."

"Out, damned spot! out, I say!"

"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."

"What is your substance, whereof are you made,That millions of strange shadows on you tend?Since everyone hath every one, one shade,And you, but one, can every shadow lend.Describe Adonis, and the counterfeitIs poorly imitated after you.On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,And you in Grecian tires are painted new.Speak of the spring and foison of the year;The one doth shadow of your beauty show,The other as your bounty doth appear,And you in every blessA d shape we know.In all external grace you have some part,But you like none, none you, for constant heart."

"And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again."

"Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won."

"More in sorrow than in anger."

"Sleep that knits up the ravell'd slave of care The death of each day's life sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds great nature's second course Chief nourisher in life's feast."

"Mum, mum,He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,Weary of all, shall want some."

"If I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the rest."

"This hand shall never more come near thee with such friendship."

"I bear a charmed life."

"Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove."

"Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best To woo your lady.'[Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife."

"This tune goes manly.Come, go we to the King. Our power is ready;Our lack is nothing but our leave. MacbethIs ripe for shaking, and the powers abovePut on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may.The night is long that never finds th."

"Few love to hear the sins they love to act."

"Sigh no more ladies sigh no more Men were deceivers ever One foot in sea and one on shore To one thing constant never."

"But man, proud man,Dress'd in a little brief authority,Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd-His glassy essence-like an angry apePlays such fantastic tricks before high heavenAs makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens,Would all themselves laugh mortal."

"Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone."

"My heart is ever at your service."

"Age cannot wither her nor custom stale Her infinite variety."

"Thou art a very ragged Wart."

"DON PEDROCome, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick.BEATRICEIndeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it.DON PEDROYou have put him down, lady, you have put him down.BEATRICESo I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools."

"I might call him. A thing divine, for nothing natural. I ever saw so noble."

"When devils will the blackest sins put onThey do suggest at first with heavenly shows."

"Beshrew me but I love her heartily, For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved herself: And therefore like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul."

"Desire of having is the sin of covetousness."

"You see we do, yet see you but our handsAnd this the bleeding business they have done:Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful."

"At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies."

"Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.Mercutio: And so did I.Romeo: Well, what was yours?Mercutio: That dreamers often lie."

"GON. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!ANT. The ground indeed is tawny.SEB. With an eye of green in 't.ANT. He misses not much.SEB. No, he doth but mistake the truth totally."

"Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind, And makes it fearful and degenerate; Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep."

"A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser."

"Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct."

"Happy thou art not for what thou hast not still thou striv'est to get and what thou hast forget'est."

"And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays."

"Golden lads and girls all must, like chimmney-sweepers, come to dust."

"I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire."

"He hath eaten me out of house and home."

"A countenance more in sorrow than in anger."

"If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor."

"But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes."