William Shakespeare

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.

POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow

You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.

Under loves heavy burden do I sink. --Romeo

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth

Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.

Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.

Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.

The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.