William Shakespeare

“I think," said antonio , "that the world is astage. Everybody has a part to play , and my part is sad part .” - The Merchant of Venice

“You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.” - The Tempest

“The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.”

“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours.” - Richard II

“Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.” - As You Like It

“... and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days...” - A Midsummer Night's Dream

“She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.” - The Taming of the Shrew

“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.” - Hamlet

“Seek happy nights to happy days.W” - Romeo and Juliet

“Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.” - Hamlet

“Done to death by slanderous tongue” - Much Ado About Nothing

“It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?” - A Midsummer Night's Dream

“O hell! to choose love by another's eye.” - A Midsummer Night's Dream

“Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm’d The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds, And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak With his own bolt the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I’ll drown my book.” - The Tempest

“This fellow is wise enough to play the fool And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practise As full of labour as a wise man's art For folly that he wisely shows is fit But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.” - Twelfth Night

“Speak low if you speak love.” - Much Ado About Nothing

“All dark and comfortless.” - King Lear

“How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.” - Romeo and Juliet

“where civil blood makes civil hands unclean” - Romeo and Juliet

“He kills her in her own humor.”