William Shakespeare

While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.

If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.

Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.

A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.

Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!

Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!

Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.

To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)

Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

Like madness, is the glory of this life.