William Shakespeare

Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

Honesty is not the best policy - merely the safest

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation

How now, wit! Whither wander you?

I have a bone to pick with Fate

A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.

Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you-trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, the whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.

Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.

And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.

GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.

By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.

Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.