William Shakespeare

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!

Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts_x000D_ _x000D_ Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.

Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherine: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!