Sweets to the sweet.
What’s past is prologue.
Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Women may fall when there’s no strength in men. Act II.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
This above all: to thine own self be true.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange?
All’s well if all ends well.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
My soul is in the sky.
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.