Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Love is merely a madness
No Legacy is so rich as honesty.
Thought is free.
This above all ; to thine own self be true.
Nothing can come of nothings.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
All things are ready, if our mind be so.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
If music be the food of love, play on
Love all, trust a few , do wrong to none.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
Men should be what they seem.
In black ink my love may still shine bright.
Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
One may smile, and smile, be a villain
They do not love that do not show their love.
What’s done can’t be undone.
The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
I am not bound to please thee with my answer
Give every man thy ear , but few thy voice.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
For you, in my respect , are all the world.
Speak low, if you speak love.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge.
Such as we are made of, such we be.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
Though she be but little, she is fierce.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone.
What is past is prologue.
Boldness be my friend.
Conscience doth make cowards of us all
All that glisters is not gold.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
There’s many a man has more hair than wit.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late
The fault…is not in our stars, but in ourselves
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man
Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me
I am one who loved not wisely but too well.
Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.