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- If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! - William Shakespeare, "Twelfth Night", Act 1 scene 1
- If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
- William Shakespeare, "Twelfth Night", Act 3 scene 4
- Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
- William Shakespeare, 'Hamlet,' Act I, Scene iii
- Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
- William Shakespeare, 'Hamlet,' Act I, Scene iii
- Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry [economy].
- William Shakespeare, 'Hamlet,' Act I, Scene iii
- This above all: to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day; Thou canst not then be false to any man.
- William Shakespeare, 'Hamlet,' Act I, Scene iii
- The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
- William Shakespeare, 'King Henry IV part I'
- Have more than thou showest; Speak less than thou knowest.
- William Shakespeare, 'King Lear,' Act I, Scene iv
- Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
- William Shakespeare, 'Measure for Measure'
- If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.
- William Shakespeare, 'The First Part of King Henry the IV'
- Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose that you resolved to effect.
- William Shakespeare, 'The Tempest'
- Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
- William Shakespeare, 'The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark,' Act III, scene ii
- Be not afraid of greatness: some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.
- William Shakespeare, 'Twelfth Night'
- Love lacked a dwelling, and made him her place;
And when in his fair parts she did abide,
She was lodged and newly deified. - William Shakespeare, A Lover's Complaint
- Vows were ever brokers to defiling.
- William Shakespeare, A Lover's Complaint
- But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
- For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act I, sc. 1
- Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act I, sc. 1
- O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act I, sc. 1
- The moon, like to a silver bow, new-bent in heaven.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act I, sc. 1
- Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act I, sc. 1
- All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act III, sc. 2
- Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, steal me awhile from mine own company.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act III, sc. 2
- But wonder on, till truth makes all things plain.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act V, sc. 1
- In the night, imagining some fear, how easy is a bush suppos'd a bear!
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act V, sc.1
- Be check'd for silence, but never tax'd for speech.
- William Shakespeare, All's Well that Ends Well, Act I, sc. 1
- Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven.
- William Shakespeare, All's Well that Ends Well, Act I, sc. 1
- The hind that would be mated by the lion must die for love.
- William Shakespeare, All's Well that Ends Well, Act I, sc. 1
- What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?
- William Shakespeare, All's Well that Ends Well, Act I, sc. 1
- Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.
- William Shakespeare, All's Well that Ends Well, Act I, sc. 2
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