William Shakespeare

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!

We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

So quick bright things come to confusion.​​​​​​

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

Done to death by slanderous tongue

Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave

Seek happy nights to happy days.W

Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.

Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not the soldier's which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness.

Strong reasons make strong actions.

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.

Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay, And that bare vowel ay shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am not I,if there be such an ay, Or those eyes shut,that make thee answer ay: If he be slain say ay,or if not,no: Brief sounds,determine of my weal or woe.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.