This above all: to thine own self be true.
Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.
I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
Good words are better than bad strokes.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Boldness be my friend.
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.
There's meaning in thy snores.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.
Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
The present eye praises the present object.
Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud.
Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.
Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity.
Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.
Tempt not a desperate man.
Et tu Brute!
Men's vows are women's traitors.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
T'is true: there's magic in the web of it.
Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
England is safe, if true within itself.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
In delay there lies no plenty.
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip; Nay, her foot speaks.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
My love admits no qualifying dross.
Our bodies are our gardens, to which our wills are our gardeners.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!
The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
Come give us a taste of your quality.
There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
A plague on both your houses.
To be or not to be that is the question.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.
Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.
I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.
A merry heart goes all the way,
A sad one tires in an hour.
Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
What is the city but the people?
Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.
Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.
A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor.
Oh! How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
Man delights not me.
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.
How well he's read, to reason against reading!
Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
As chaste as unsunned snow.
Fight till the last gasp.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
Be as just and gracious unto me,
As I am confident and kind to thee.
So quick bright things come to confusion..
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
Much rain wears the marble.
Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.
To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.
Good wine needs no bush.
O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer!
My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!
What is past is prologue.
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-livered boy.
The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again.
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
Tis the mind that makes the body rich.
Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious Is to be frightened out of fear.
I am afeard few die well that die in a battle.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
What need the bridge much broader than the flood?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.
But pearls are fair; and the old saying is:
Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.
Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step.
The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
Policy sits above conscience.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.
Nothing can seem foul to those who win.
We are not the first
Who with best meaning have incurred the worst.
Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues.
Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.
We see which way the stream of time doth run.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
The sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.
The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
Love will not be spurred to what it loathes.
Mere prattle without practice.
A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.
I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise.
Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.
Nice customs curtsy to great kings.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing.
God grant us patience!
Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
And what's he then that says I play the villain?
Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
There's small choice in rotten apples.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman!
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
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 death Lies on my tongue.
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
Every toy is the prologue to some great amiss.
Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
She sat like patience on a monument smiling at grief.
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery.
The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Done to death by slanderous tongue.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
To sleep perchance to dream.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.
There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.
It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.
Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
Conscience is a thousand swords.
The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.
By this reckoning he is more a shrew than she.
Pour on, I will endure.
Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.
Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
I say there is no darkness but ignorance.
Season your admiration for a while.
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave.
Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do.
Use almost can change the stamp of nature.
The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
To take arms against a sea of troubles.
Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
The apparel oft proclaims the man.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
It is an heretic that makes the fire,
Not she which burns in't.
Old Time the clock-setter.
Who is it can read a woman?
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
Who dares not stir by day must walk by night.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Why should their liberty than ours be more?
A young man married is a man that's marred.
We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.
For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.
No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor;– Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy!
Things may serve long, but not serve ever.
If is a custom,
More honor'd in the breach than the observance.
O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.
I wish you all the joy that you can wish.
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Our praises are our wages.
Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
What a fool honesty is.
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
How use doth breed a habit in a man.
He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.
An overflow of good converts to bad.
Temptation: the fiend at my elbow.
The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.
Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.
As merry as the day is long.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
Faint heart never won fair maid.
The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
And nothing is, but what is not.
As good luck would have it.
Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.
When the age is in, the wit is out.
Whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man.
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before he transgresse.
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and then there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.
When I saw you,
I fell in love, and
you smiled because you knew.
On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.
Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.
I am wealthy in my friends.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.
Presume not that I am the thing I was.
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Make use of time, let not advantage slip.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.
Jesters do oft prove prophets.
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
One pain is lessened by another's anguish.
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.
For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
Grace and remembrance be to you both.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.
Allow not nature more than nature needs.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
I have no words.
My voice is in my sword.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts.
Women's weapons, water-drops.
Once more into the breach.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.
They say miracles are past.
You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.
The poorest service is repaid with thanks.
Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
Lions make leopards tame.
Good things should be praised.
What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.
Death is a fearful thing.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gauds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. The present eye praises the present object.
Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will.
It is the green eyed monster which doth mock.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Prosperity's the very bond of love.
Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.
May love surround you like sunshine on a sunny day.
Not only is it Summer Solstice, there is a Full Moon. May love surround you like sunshine on a sunny day.
What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.
Nothing is, unless our thinking makes it so.
I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.
I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say -- I love you.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity.
The play's the thing.
For she had eyes and chose me.
Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow.
Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.
Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
Words spoken can not be recalled so think twice before you speak.
Extreme fear can neither fight nor fly.
Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.
I am falser than vows made in wine.
I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.
Heaven give you many, many merry days.
Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind.
There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.
Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask.
Sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue.
Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.
Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
Speak less than you know; have more than you show.
Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
Well, everyone can master grief but he that has it.
Headstrong liberty is lashed with woe.
Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.
I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.
Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
Remembrance of things past.
Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly.
For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
When I waked, I cried to dream again.
Promising is the very air o' the time; it opens the eyes of expectation.
Love is a wonderful, terrible thing.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows.
They have a plentiful lack of wit.
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
Sweets to the sweet.
Were kisses all the joys in bed,
One woman would another wed.
There's many a man has more hair than wit.
It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.
Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.
I hold him but a fool that will endanger His body for a girl that loves him not.
Every cloud engenders not a storm.
In thy foul throat thou liest.
There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.
Kindness nobler ever than revenge.
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Great floods have flown From simple sources.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.
Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods.
They kill us for their sport.
How much an ill word may empoison liking!
Celebrity is never more admired than by the negligent.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
In jest, there is truth.
Ay me! sad hours seem long.
Death pays all debts.
O Lord, who lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.
Men from children nothing differ.
Tis no mean happiness to be seated in the mean.
I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults.
But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
We know what we are, but know not
what we may be.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation.
Appetite, a universal wolf.
Speak on, but be not over-tedious.
There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?
You are a tedious fool.
What, can the devil speak true?
Oh, I am fortune's fool!
Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.
Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
A light heart lives long.
I am a feather for each wind that blows.
Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale.
In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue.
Thou lump of foul deformity!
Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
Absence from those we love is self from self -- a deadly banishment.
Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.
The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
And simple truth miscalled simplicity.
We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
Such as we are made of, such we be.
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.
Where the greater malady is fixed,
The lesser is scarce felt.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions.
Get thee to a nunnery.
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.
Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.
Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.
Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Suit the action to the word : the word to the action : with this special observance that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd: And every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd; By thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.
Strong reasons make strong actions.
Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season.
I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me.
Now join hands, and with your hands your hearts.
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.
He will fence with his own shadow.
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes.
None can cure their harms by wailing them.
Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news.
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.
To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus.
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.
Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.
My heart is ever at your service.
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!
A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.
Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
We were not born to sue, but to command.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.
All that glitters is not gold.
All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.
Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.
Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.
No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
Desperate times breed desperate measures.
It is lost at dice, what ancient honor won.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
Action is eloquence.
But soft, what light yonder window breaks.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were!
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.
Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
But doth must suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
By Heaven, I love thee better than myself.
For some must watch, while some must sleep
So runs the world away.
It is a sin to be a mocker.
Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise.
Good madonna, give me leave to
prove you a fool.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
The game's afoot!
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
How my achievements mock me!
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
Lest too light winning make the prize light.
'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop, Not to outsport discretion.
Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?
I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow.
I prithee give me leave to curse awhile.
Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?
Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.
Receive what cheer you may;
The night is long that never finds the day.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction.
Juliet is the east and I am the sun.
I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad.
Fill all thy bones with aches.
Good counsellors lack no clients.
What's done, is done.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
Much ado about nothing.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.
To know a man well were to know himself.
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.
For new-made honor doth forget men's names.
The Devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.
I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
If we are true to ourselves, we cannot be false to anyone.
Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.
We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.
Our reasons are not prophets
When oft our fancies are.
We are advertis'd by our loving friends.
Grief makes one hour ten.
Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.
They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.
One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.
This world to me is like a lasting storm,Whirring me from my friends.
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; take honor from me and my life is done.
Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.
We must be brief when traitors brave the field.
When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye.
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.
Covering discretion with a coat of folly.
There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.
We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes.
Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.
An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!
There is a history in all men's lives.
Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
Nothing comes from doing nothing.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
My heart is wondrous light,
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
Beauty lives with kindness.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir
But like a comet I was wondered at.
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May 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.
If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work.
More of your conversation would infect my brain.
You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them.
Self-love is not so vile a sin as self-neglect.
The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure.
The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure; but modest doubt is called The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To th' bottom of the worst.
What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis pluck'd.
I am not what I am..
Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.
The truest poetry is the most feigning.
Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use.
Beware the ides of March.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our own virtues.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Every good servant does not all commands.
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.
There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
To offend and judge are distinct offices, And of opposed natures.
He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.
The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft interred with their bones.
I essentially am not in madness, but mad in craft.
Let every man be master of his time.
Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.
Every fair from fair sometime declines.
But screw your courage to the sticking place, and we'll not fail.
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame.
I am declined
Into the vale of years.
The morning steals upon the night, melting the darkness.
When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Unquiet meals make ill digestions.
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world.
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward
To what they were before.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.