William Shakespeare

Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*

Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

And what’s he then that says I play the villain?

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.

I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me

Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

All furnished, all in arms;_x000D_ _x000D_ All plum'd like estridges that with the wind_x000D_ _x000D_ Bated like eagles having lately bathed;_x000D_ _x000D_ Glittering in golden coats like images;_x000D_ _x000D_ As full of spirit as the month of May_x000D_ _x000D_ And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;_x000D_ _x000D_ Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.

Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies!

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

A ministering angel shall my sister be.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage.