William Shakespeare

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Dreams are the children of idled minds.

And simple truth miscalled simplicity

O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.

Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.

All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.

And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our own virtues.

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

Desperate times breed desperate measures

There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.

Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.

If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.

They love least that let men know their loves.

He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.

O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

Hear the meaning within the word.