"I'll find a day to massacre them allAnd raze their faction and their family,The cruel father and his traitorous sons,To whom I sued for my dear son's life,And make them know what 'tis to let a queenKneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain."

"Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains."

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

"Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing."

"Benedick: I protest I love thee.Beatrice: Why, then, God forgive me!Benedick: What offence, sweet Beatrice?Beatrice: You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about toprotest I loved you.Benedick: And do it with all thy heart.Beatrice: I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest."

"I am dying Egypt dying."

"Get you gone, you dwarf,You minimus of hindering knotgrass made,You bead, you acorn!"

"I am as poor as Job my lord but not so patient."

"To be or not to be that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them?"

"She gave me for my pains a world of sighs."

"To give yourself away keep yourself still,And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill."

"To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still."

"Pleasure and action make the hours seem short."

"To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!I dare damnation."

"My grief lies all within, and these external manner of laments are merely shadows of the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortur'd soul."

"From too much liberty, my Lucio, libertyAs surfeit is the father of much fast,So every scope of the immoderate useTurns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, -Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, - A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die."

"I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains."

"We cannot all be masters."

"The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones."

"The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose."

"Alas poor Yorick! I knew him Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest of most excellent fancy."

"By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, but music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night and his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music."

"Conscience is but a word that cowards use Devised at first to keep the strong in awe."

"Let no such man be trusted."

"For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done."

"Either to die the death or to abjureFor ever the society of men.Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires;Know of your youth, examine well your blood,Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,You can endure the livery of a nun,For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,To live a barren sister all your life,Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood,To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,Than that which withering on the virgin thornGrows, lives and dies in single blessedness."

"Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come."

"Lucentio: I read that I profess, the Art of Love.Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art!Lucentio: While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!"

"Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike."

"He was a man, take him for all in all,I shall not look upon his like again."

"She shall scant show well that now shows best."

"We number nothing that we spend for you;Our duty is so rich, so infinite,That we may do it still without accompt.Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,That we, like savages, may worship it."

"It were a grief so brief to part with thee.Farewell."

"I have more care to staythan will to go."

"Reply not to me with a fool-born jest."

"My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy."

"A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing."

"Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne."

"How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world."

"Good-night good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good-night till it be morrow."

"She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more."

"I do believe you think what now you speak,But what we do determine oft we break.Purpose is but the slave to memory,Of violent birth, but poor validity,Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree,But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.Most necessary 'tis that we forgetTo pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt.What to ourselves in passion we propose,The passion ending, doth the purpose lose."

"I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo."

"So wise so young, they say, do never live long."

"Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones!"

"Our reasons are not prophets When oft our fancies are."

"Friendship is constant in all other thingsSave in the office and affairs of love.Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues.Let every eye negotiate for itself,And trust no agent; for beauty is a witchAgainst whose charms faith melteth into blood."

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

"The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars but in ourselves."

"Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?"