William Shakespeare

There's such divinity doth hedge a king _x000D_ That treason can but peep to what it would.

He says, he loves my daughter;_x000D_ _x000D_ I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon_x000D_ _x000D_ Upon the water, as he'll stand and read,_x000D_ _x000D_ As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,_x000D_ _x000D_ I think, there is not half a kiss to choose,_x000D_ _x000D_ Who loves another best.

Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

Every cloud engenders not a storm.

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.

The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; . . . . Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not?

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?

It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.