William Shakespeare

Nothing can seem foul to those who win.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

There is flattery in friendship.

Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice_x000D_ _x000D_ And could of men distinguish her election,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sh'ath sealed thee for herself.

That which I would discover_x000D_ _x000D_ The law of friendship bids me to conceal.

To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,_x000D_ _x000D_ Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;_x000D_ _x000D_ But where there is true friendship, there needs none.

Keep thy friend_x000D_ _x000D_ Under thy own life's key.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.

They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.

This liberty is all that I request.

I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.

She is your treasure, she must have a husband;_x000D_ _x000D_ I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day,_x000D_ _x000D_ And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.

He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.

The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!

But like of each thing that in season grows.

When my love swears that she is made of truth, _x000D_ _x000D_ I do believe her, though I know she lies.

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.