They say miracles are past.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
If music be the food of love, play on.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
They do not love that do not show their love.
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
