The course of true love never did run smooth.
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The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow!
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The Moor—howbeit that I endure him not— Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,...
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We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
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Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.
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Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,ââ?¬â? For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble; Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf; Witches' mummy; maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark; Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark; Liver of blaspheming Jew; Gall of goat, and slips of yew Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse; Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips; Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,ââ?¬â? Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingrediants of our caldron. Fire burn, and caldron bubble.Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.
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The raven chides blackness.
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Let four captains Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage, For he was likely, had he been put on, To have proved most royally.
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I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
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There's small choice in rotten apples.
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No legacy is so rich as honesty.
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From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.
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Words pay no debts.
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It is a wise father that knows his own child.
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To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
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These lovers cry, O ho they die! Yet that which seems the wound to kill...
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The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
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Unkindness may do much, And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
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What, courage, man! What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
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To mourn a mischief that is past and gone is the next way to draw new mischief on.
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Farewell, fair cruelty.
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False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
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Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
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Time hath a wallet at his back, wherein he puts. Alms for oblivion, a great-sized monster of ingratitudes.
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He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
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There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.
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The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
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A Year in the Life of William Shakespeare: 1599
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There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
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He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
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