William Shakespeare

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proff of chastity well armed, From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor That, when she dies, with dies her store. Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

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

What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

There's small choice in rotten apples.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!

I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

If there is a good will, there is great way.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated