I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. Act V, Scene V.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber’d here While these visions did appear.
O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in’t!
To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none.
Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol’n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
All the world’s a stage.
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them, – Ding-dong, bell.
I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
The rest, is silence.