And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o’ the flatterer.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
If music be the food of love, play on.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.
Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek!
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
A young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief.
All that glisters is not gold.
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts.
All things are ready, if our mind be so.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.”
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Boldness be my friend.
Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.
Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak.
Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.
Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
For you, in my respect, are all the world.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath?
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
I am one who loved not wisely but too well.
I bear a charmed life.
I can see that he’s not in your good books,’ said the messenger. ‘No, and if he were I would burn my library.’
I dote on his very absence.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
I would not wish any companion in the world but you.
If music be the food of love, play on.
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
In black ink my love may still shine bright.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake.
Love is merely a madness.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.
Men should be what they seem.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
Nothing can come of nothing.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; it is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
One may smile, and smile, be a villain.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek!
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Speak low, if you speak love.
Such as we are made of, such we be.
Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge.
Talking isn’t doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
The Devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape.
The fault…is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
There’s many a man has more hair than wit
They do not love that do not show their love.
This above all; to thine own self be true.
Though she be but little, she is fierce.
Thought is free.
Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on.
What’s done can’t be undone.
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
