William Shakespeare

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.

Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.