When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights.

She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd
And I lov'd her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have us'd.

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjur'd, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

NURSE For even the day before, she broke her brow;
And then my husband—God be with his soul! 'A was a merry man—took up the child.
'Yea,' quoth he 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit,
Wilt thou not, Jule?' And, by my holidam,
The pretty wench left crying, and said 'Ay.'

O, learn to read what silent love hath writ!
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

What is your substance, whereof are you made
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?

Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest 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.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end.

How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?

There’s small choice in rotten apples. The Taming of the Shrew Quote Act I.

Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal. The Taming of the Shrew Quote Act I. Scene 2.

Now is the winter of our discontent". Richard III Quote (Act I, Scene I).

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright" Romeo and Juliet Quote (Act I, Sc. V)

The king's name is a tower of strength". Richard III Quote (Act V, Scene III)

Friendship is constant in all other things
Save 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.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks". Hamlet (Quote Act III, Sc. II).

I will speak daggers to her, but use none". - (Hamlet Quote Act III, Sc. II).

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions". - (Hamlet Quote Act IV, Scene V)

Brevity is the soul of wit". - Hamlet Quote (Act II, Scene II).

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?"        Hamlet Quote (Act III, Sc. II).

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.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine
A Midsummer Night’s Dream Quote. Act ii. Scene.1

Will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at". Othello

LEAR Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks; rage, blow.
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks.

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still;
The better angel is a man right fair
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing
My bonds in thee are all determinate

LEAR A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard.

Why Man, doth he bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men walk under
His huge legs.....Julius

Cowards die many times before their actual deaths.
Julius Caesar

Let me be cruel, not unnatural.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.       Hamlet

I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.      Julius Caesar.

To be or not to be that is the question Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the strings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or take up arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.      Hamlet

Yield not thy neck To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
Still ride in triumph over all mischance

if you repay me not on a such day In such a place, such a sum or sum as are expres'd in de condition,
Let the forfeit be nominated for equal pound of your fair flesh, to be cut of and taken
In what part of your body pleaseth me.

Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil.

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.

Why Man, doth he bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men walk under
His huge legs.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.

Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjur'd, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

Love asks me no questions,
And gives me endless support

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.

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

but when I tell him he hates flatterers,
he says he does; being then most flattered