"Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?"
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"The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was."
"The poorest service is repaid with thanks."
"ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee."
"I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear"
"Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)"
"O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping."
"O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep."
"And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury."
"Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down"
"This day I breathed first: time is come round, And where I did begin there shall I end; My life is run his compass."
"What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves To wash it white as snow?"
"Why, courage then! what cannot be avoided 'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear."
"The smallest worm will turn being trodden on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood."
"We cannot all be masters."
"They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing."
"That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts."
"Who can be patient in extremes?"
"He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding."
"Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; 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."