William Shakespeare

Make use of time, let not advantage slip;_x000D_ _x000D_ Beauty within itself should not be wasted:_x000D_ _x000D_ Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime_x000D_ _x000D_ Rot and consume themselves in little time.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius)

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.

He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.

The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.(IAGO,ActI,SceneI)

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.

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 it serves, or lose our ventures.

Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?

Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.

Soft pity enters an iron gate.

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; Aye, there's the rub.

Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.

It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men.

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.