Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air

Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure.

In delay there lies no plenty;

Then, come kiss me sweet and twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

The man who hath no music in himself -

Let no such man be trusted.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,

So do our minutes hasten to their end.

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from Anthony and Cleopatra

The bright day is done,

And we are for the dark.

---

from As You Like It

Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.

Act I, Scene ii

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players.

Act II, Scene vii

Blow, blow thou winter wind!

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude.

Act II, Scene vii

I am falser than vows made in wine.

Act III, Scene v

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from The Comedy of Errors

Every why have a wherefore.

---

from Coriolanus

In such business

Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant

More learned than ears.

Act: III Scene: ii

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from Cymbeline

Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Act: II Scene: ii

---

from Hamlet

Alas poor Yorick. I knew him Horatio...

Be not too tame neither, but let your own

Discretion be your tutor; suit the action

to the word, the word to the action.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

Get thee to a nunnery.

God has given you one face

and you make yourselves another.

I must be cruel only to be kind.

Act: III, Scene: iv, Line: 178

Murder most foul, as in the best it it;

But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below;

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Neither a borrower, nor a lender be.

Act: I Scene: iii

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night sweet prince,

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

O! That this too too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew;

Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world.

Some must watch, whiole some must sleep;

So runs the world away.

Act: III Scene: ii

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

Act III: scene ii

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

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.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought.

Act: III Scene: i

To be, or not to be: That is the question:--

Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

No more; and, by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause.

Act: III Scene: i

Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the threat of something after death,--

That undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns,--puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have,

Than fly to others we know not of?

Act: III Scene: i

To the noble mind

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty!

in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel!

in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of

animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me;

no, nor woman neither, though, by your smiling, you seem to say so.

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from Henry IV, part I

The better part of valor is discretion.

Act: V, Scene: iv

There's villainous news abroad.

Act II, Scene iv

---

from Henry IV, Part I

If all the year were playing holidays

To sport would be as tedious as to work.

Act: I Scene: ii

The better part of valour is discretion.

Act: V Scene: iv

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from Henry IV, Part II

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.

Act III, Scene i

---

from Henry V

Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more;

Or close the wall up with our English dead!

Men of few words are the best men.

There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.

Act: V Scene: i

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from Henry VI, Part I

Glory is like a circle in the water,

Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,

Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.

Unbidden guests

Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Delays have dangerous ends.

Fight till the last gasp.

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from Henry VI, Part II

Small things make base men proud.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

The first thing we do, lets kill all the lawyers

---

from Henry VI, Part III

And many strokes, though with a little axe,

Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.

My crown is in my heart, not on my head;

Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones,

Nor to be seen: my crown is call'd content;

A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

A little fire is quickly trodden out;

Which being suffered, rivers cannot quench.

---

from King Henry VIII

Orpheus with his lute made trees,

And the mountain-tops that freeze,

Bow themselves when he did sing:

To his music plants and flowers

Ever sprung; as sun and showers

There had made a lasting spring.

Everything that heard him play,

Even the billows of the sea,

Hung their heads, and then lay by.

In sweet music is such an art,

Killing care and grief of heart.

---

from Julius Caesar

Beware the ides of March.

You are my true and hounorable wife:

As dear to me as are the ruddy drops

That visit my sad heart.

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort

As if he mock'd himself nad scorn'd his spirit

That could be moved to smile at anything!

Let me have men about me that are fat,

Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights:

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;

He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.

Et tu, Brute?

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,

That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

Thou art the ruins of the noblest man

That ever lived in the tide of times.

Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war;

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

The evil that men do lives after them,

The good is oft interred with their bones;

So let it be with Caesar.

There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;

Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

On such a full sea are we now afloat,

And we must take the current when serves,

Or lose our ventures.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;

The valiant never taste of death but once.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

It seems to me most strange that men should fear;

Seeing that death, a necessary end,

Will come when it will come.

Act: II Scene: ii

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;

The heavens themselvesblaze forth the death of princes.

Act: II Scene: ii

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from King John

Strong reasons make strong actions.

Act: III Scene: iv

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from King Lear

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound

Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears

Do scald like molten lead.

Act: IV Scene: vii

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

The wheel is come full circle.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,

As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

Act: II Scene: iv

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from Macbeth

If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well

It were done quickly.

Act: I Scene: vii

We fail!

But screw your courage to the sticking-place,

And we'll not fail.

Act: I Scene: Vii

Out, damned spot!

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

The handle towards my hand? --Come, let me clutch thee.

If you can look into the seeds of time,

And tell me which grain will grow and which will not,

Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear

Your favours nor your hate.

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

By the pricking of my thumbs,

Something wicked this way comes.

Things without all remedy

Should be without regard: what's done is done.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more; it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

Yet I do fear thy nature;

It is too full of the milk of human kindness

To catch the nearest way.

---

from Measure for Measure

Oh! It is excellent

To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous

To use it like a giant.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever,

One foot in sea and one on shore,

To one thing constant never.

Heaven doth with us as we with torches do

Not light them for themselves. For if our virtues

Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike

As if we had them not. Act I, Scene I

---

from The Merchant of Venice

His reasons are two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them; and when you find them they are no worth the search.

Act: I Scene: i

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Act: II Scene: ii

The quality of mercy is not strained,--

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven

On the place beneath;

---

from The Merry Wives of Windsor

Why, then the world's mine oyster,

Which I with sword will open.

---

from A Midsummer Night's Dream

For aught that ever I could read,

Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Act: I Scene: i

To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Act: I Scene: i

Lord, What fools these mortals be!

Act: II Scene: ii

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from Much Ado About Nothing

Beauty is a witch,

Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

Act: V Scene: i

I pray thee cease thy counsel,

Which falls into my ears as profitless

As water in a seive.

Act: II Scene: i

For there was never yet philosopher

That could endure the toothache patiently.

Act V, Scene i

---

from Othello

Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?

---

from Richard II

Truth hath a quiet breast.

This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle,

This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,

This other eden, demi-paradise,

This fortress built by nature for herself

Against infection and the hand of war,

This happy breed of men, this little world,

This prescious stone set in the silver sea,

Which serves it in the office of a wall

Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Against the envy of less happier lands,

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...

The worst is death, and death will have his day.

Men judge by the complexion of the sky

The state and inclination of the day.

You may my glories and my state depose

But not my griefs; still am I king of those.

---

from Richard III

Now is the winter of our discontent

made glorious summer by this sun of York.

Act: I Scene: i

Talkers are not good doers.

Act: I Scene: ii

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

Act: IV Scene: iv

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

Act: V Scene: vi

Conscience is a word that cowards use,

Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.

Act: V Scene: iii

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings;

Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

---

from Romeo and Juliet

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou romeo?

What's in a name? that which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet.

Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow

That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.

A plague o' both your houses!

The time and my intents are more savage-wild

More fierce and more inexorable far

Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

---

from The Taming of the Shrew

There's a small choice in rotten apples.

Act: I Scene: i

Old fashions please me best.

Act: I Scene: ii

Kiss me, Kate

---

from The Tempest

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.

Act: I Scene: ii

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air;

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solomn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made of, and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep.

Act: IV Scene: i

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from Troilus and Cressida

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Modest doubt is call'd

The beacon of the wise.

---

from Twelfth Night

Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

Act II, Scene iii

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter.

Act II, Scene iii

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Act II, Scene iii

But be not afraid of greatness; some men are born great, some achieve

greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

Act II, Scene v

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

For I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy.

If music be the food of love, play on...

---

from The Two Gentlemen of Verona

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,

As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple!

Act: II Scene: i

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

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from the Sonnets

Doubt that the stars are fire

Doubt that the sun doth shine

Doubt that truth be a liar

But never doubt that I love.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.

from Sonnet XXX

All days are nights to see till I see thee,

And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

from Sonnet XLIII

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