As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.
They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
thus with a kiss I die
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.
As merry as the day is long.
Love's best habit is a soothing tongue
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!
Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proff of chastity well armed, From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor That, when she dies, with dies her store. Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?
So fair and foul a day i had not seen.
He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
Juliet is the east and i am the sun.
I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
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