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I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults.
A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
It is the witness still of excellency to put a strange face on his own perfection.
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog.
Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine That cravens my weak hand.
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.
When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will
A heavier task could not have been impos'd, Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm.
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have.
Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.
And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do
There's such divinity doth hedge a king That treason can but peep to what it would.
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Whether I blush or no.
Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.
I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.
Well, while I live I'll fear no other thing So sore as keeping safe Nerissa's ring.
What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.
The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare
I think thy horse will sooner con an oration than thou learn a prayer without book.
There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!
If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.
That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes
Methinks a father Is at the nuptial of his son a guest That best becomes the table.
Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.
We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.