"If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?". - (Act III, scene I)."

"That he is mad 'tis true 'tis true 'tis pity And pity 'tis 'tis true."

"The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us."

"There's some ill planet reigns:I must be patient till the heavens lookWith an aspect more favourable. Good my lords,I am not prone to weeping, as our sexCommonly are; the want of which vain dewPerchance shall dry your pities: but I haveThat honourable grief lodged here which burnsWorse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords,With thoughts so qualified as your charitiesShall best instruct you, measure me; and soThe king's will be perform'd!"

"Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out at every joint and motive of her body."

"The prince of darkness is a gentleman."

"Experience is by industry achiev'd,And perfected by the swift course of time."

"Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave."

"Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."

"If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack."

"Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone."

"See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!"

"My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy."

"His life was gentle and the elements So mixed in him that nature might stand up."

"If all the year were playing holidays To sport would be as tedious as to work."

"Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets."

"There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing."

"To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think that she is by, And feed upon the shadow of perfection.Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon; She is my essence, and I leave to be, If I be not by her fair influence Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive."

"O hell! to choose love by another's eye."

"I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,To die upon the hand I love so well."

"Refrain to-night;And that shall lend a kind of easinessTo the next abstinence, the next more easy;For use almost can change the stamp of nature,And either master the devil or throw him outWith wondrous potency."

"Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye."

"Make me a willow cabin at your gateAnd call upon my soul within the house;Write loyal cantons of contemned loveAnd sing them loud even in the dead of night;Hallo your name to the reverberate hillsAnd make the babbling gossip of the airCry out "Olivia!" O, you should not restBetween the elements of air and earthBut you should pity me."

"My only love sprung from my only hate."

"Men at some time are masters of their fates."

"Screw your courage to the sticking-place."

"To business that we love we rise betime And go to it with delight."

"What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?"

"My liege, and madam, to expostulateWhat majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time,Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,I will be brief."

"He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle."

"And thus I clothe my naked villainyWith odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ;And seem a saint, when most I play the devil."

"Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue."

"There's villainous news abroad."

"These violent delights have violent ends."

"Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow."

"Good madonna, give me leave toprove you a fool."

"For I can raise no money by vile means."

"Of all mad matches never was the likeBeing mad herself, she's madly mated."

"To hold as 't were the mirror up to nature."

"Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves."

"But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;And time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,But that the earthy and cold hand of deathLies on my tongue."

"He will give the devil his due."

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks;And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare."

"How stand I, then,That have a father killed, a mother stained,Excitements of my reason and my blood,And let all sleep, while to my shame I seeThe imminent death of twenty thousand menThat for a fantasy and trick of fameGo to their graves like beds, fight for a plotWhereon the numbers cannot try the cause,Which is not tomb enough and continentTo hide the slain? O, from this time forthMy thoughts be bloody or be nothing."

"I earn that I eat get that I wear owe no man hate envy no man's happiness glad of other men's good content with my harm."

"Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all."

"The jury passing on the prisoner's life May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try."

"But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,And, constant stars, in them I read such art,As truth and beauty shall together thriveIf from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;Or else of thee I prognosticate,Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date."

"If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet lies! Such heaven never touched earthly faces."

"I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands organs dimensions senses affections passions? fed with die same food hurt with the same weapons subject to the same diseases healed by the same means warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is?"