A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
William Shakespeare
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The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, Never in the tongue of him that makes it.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy...
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.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport.
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows.
At first the infant, mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Beauty is all very well at first sight; but whoever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Boldness be my friend.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
But when they seldom come, they wished for come.
But will they come when you do call for them?
By that sin fell the angels.
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.
Ceremony was but devised at first to set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, recanting goodness, sorry ere 'Tis shown; but where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
Concerning God, free will and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Cudgel thy brains no more about it.
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.
Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?
Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.
Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Fame lulls the fever of the soul, and makes Us feel that we have grasp'd an immortality.
Farewell, fair cruelty.
For my part, it was Greek to me.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.
He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good dead in a naughty world.
How long a time lies in one little word?
How now, wit! Whither wander you?
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
I am but mad north-north-west; when the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
I bear a charmed life.
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
I dote on his very absence.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.
I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work, I study the stars.
I was adored once too.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
If it were done whe 'tis done, there 'twere well it were done quickly.
If music be the food of love, play on.
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.
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
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?
If you want to win anything - a race, your self, your life - you have to go a little berserk.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
It is a custom. More honored in the breach than the observance.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
It provokes the desire but it take away the performance.
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
Let no such man be trusted.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
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.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
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.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
My library was dukedom large enough.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
Not wine... men intoxicate themselves; Not vice... men entice themselves.
Nothing can come of nothing.
Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beasts!
O, had I but followed the arts!
O, he sits high in all the people's hearts; And that which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
O! What a noble mind is here o'erthrown.
O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
One good deed dying tongueless slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Out, out, brief candle! 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.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us?
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name...
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
So shines a good deed in a weary world.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines, Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently.
Such seems your beauty still.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Suspicion, Discontent, and Strife, Come in for Dowrie with a Wife.
Sweet are the uses of adversity.
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.
Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to the soul what the water-bath is to the body.
Talking isn't doing It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft interred with their bones.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
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 most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.
The object of art is to give life a shape.
The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.
The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.
The wheel is come full circle.
The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
The will of man is by his reason swayed.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
There is no darkness but ignorance.
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.
They do not love that do not show their love.
They say miracles are past.
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
This above all; to thine own self be true.
Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frality.
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
'Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
To fear the worst oft cures the worse.
To their right praise and true perfection!
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Tones that sound, and roar and storm about me until I have set them down in notes.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?
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.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Weariness can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth finds the down pillow hard.
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.
What is past is prologue.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
When delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.
Where painting is weakest, namely, in the expression of the highest moral and spiritual ideas, there music is sublimely strong.
Why so large a cost, having so short a lease, does thou upon your fading mansion spend?
Why this is very midsummer madness.
With as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
Your 'if' is the only peace-maker; much virtue in 'if'.
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name.
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