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William Shakespeare
Except I be...
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the...
I have no...
I have no other but a woman's reason:
I think him so, because I think him so.
How use doth...
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
Source: The Two Gentlemen of Verona, V. iv....
Then to Silvia...
Then to Silvia let us sing
That Silvia is excelling.
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth...
She hath more...
She hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.
Home-keeping youth have...
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Source: The Two Gentlemen of Verona, I....
Much is the...
Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
Source: The Two Gentlemen of Verona, III....
O heaven! were...
O heaven! were man
But constant, he were perfect.
Source: The Two Gentlemen of...
Write till your...
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears
Moist it again, and frame some feeling line
That may discover...
I'll be as...
I'll be as patient as a gentle stream
And make a pastime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me...
There's place and...
There's place and means for every man alive.
Source: All's Well that Ends Well, IV....
Our remedies oft...
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to heaven.
Source: All's...
The best wishes...
The best wishes that can be forged in your thoughts be servants to you!
Source:...
They say miracles...
They say miracles are past; and we have ourphilosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and...
[T]ell him that...
[T]ell him that his sword can never win
The honour that he loses . . .
Source:...
Those girls of...
Those girls of Italy, take heed of them. They say our French lack language to deny If they...
We make trifles...
We make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown...
It were all...
It were all one
That I should love a bright particular star
And think to wed it, he is so above...
The web of...
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
Source: All's Well...
I am not...
I am not worthy of the wealth I owe, Nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is; But, like a timorous thief, most fain...