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Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Let no such man be trusted.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
I must be cruel, only to be kind.
If music be the food of love, play on.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
How well he's read, to reason against reading!
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
I give unto my wife my second best bed with the furniture.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered.
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.
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, his acts being seven ages.
Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we are come to this great state of fools.
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
To do a great right do a little wrong.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Boldness be my friend.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
The wheel is come full circle.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
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 manAs modest stillness and humility:But when the blast of war blows in our ears,Then imitate the action of the tiger.
I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?
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; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, disguise fair nature with hard-favor'd rage.
Now put your shields before your hearts and fight / With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, my fellows!
The time approachesThat will with due decision make us knowWhat we shall say we have and what we owe.Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,But certain issue strokes must arbitrate;Towards which, advance the war.They exit marching.
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 the day.They exit.
His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.
It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
O honorable strumpet
Unsex me here and fill me from crown to toe full of direst cruelty That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. Macbeth
Had he not resembled My father as he slept I had done't! Macbeth
How now! Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Lady Macbeth
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.
Each new mornNew widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrowsStrike heaven on the face, that it resoundsAs if it felt with Scotland, and yelled outLike syllable of dolor.
Time shall unfold what pleated cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
I profess myself an enemy to all other joys, which the most precious square of sense possesses, and find I am alone felicitate in your dear highness love.
I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according to my bond; no more no less.
Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds reverb no hollowness.
Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his.
So our virtuesLie in the interpretation of the time:And power, unto itself most commendable,Hath not a tomb so evident as a chairTo extol what it hath done.One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.
Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of DenmarkIs by a forged process of my deathRankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,The serpent that did sting thy father's lifeNow wears his crown.
Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.
Fortune, that arrant whore,Ne'er turns the key to th'poor.
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!
The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
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 had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.Act II
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage
And too soon Marred are those so early Made.

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