1.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
William Shakespeare
One may simper, and smirk, and be a miscreant.
3.
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.
William Shakespeare
5.
Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.
William Shakespeare
6.
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
William Shakespeare
8.
The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.
William Shakespeare
13.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
William Shakespeare
14.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
Claudius
15.
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
William Shakespeare
17.
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
William Shakespeare
18.
But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.
William Shakespeare
21.
To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.
Mark Twain
22.
Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
William Shakespeare
24.
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
William Shakespeare
25.
With devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
Thomas Fuller
27.
He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
William Shakespeare
28.
I do not set my life at a pin's fee,
And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?
William Shakespeare
32.
The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!
William Shakespeare
36.
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
William Shakespeare
37.
It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
William Shakespeare
38.
You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.
William Shakespeare