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William Shakespeare
Tis neither here...
'Tis neither here nor there.
Source: Othello, IV. iii. (59).
-- William...
Tis the soldier's...
'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
Source:...
Be sure of...
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof.
Source: Othello, III. iii. (361).
--...
How poor are...
How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Reputation is an...
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without...
I am not...
I am not merry, but I do beguile The thing I am by seeming otherwise.
Source:...
By heaven, he...
By heaven, he echoes me,
As if there were some monster in his thought
Too hideous to be...
This is the...
This is the night
That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
Source: Othello, V....
To mourn a...
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone,
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
Reputation, reputation, reputation!...
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O! I have lost my reputation, I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what...
Love goes toward...
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;
But love from love, toward school with heavy...
Thy head is...
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.
Source: Romeo and...
What's in a...
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Wisely and slow;...
Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
Source: Romeo and Juliet, II. iii....
Tis an ill...
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
Source: Romeo and Juliet,...
But, soft! what...
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the...
O mischief, thou...
O mischief, thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
Source:...
We waste our...
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
Source: Mercutio, in Romeo and...
Too swift arrives...
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Source: Romeo and Juliet, II. vi....
Care keeps his...
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.