William Shakespeare

You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.

These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.

The nature of bad news affects the teller.

Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.

I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.

I say, without characters, fame lives long.

O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.

Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

What a deformed thief this fashion is.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

There is a history in all men's lives.

In nature's infinite book of secrecy_x000D_ _x000D_ A little I can read.

And nature must obey necessity.

And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.

Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.

There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see