And seeing ignorance is the curse of God, Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Such as we are made of, such we be.
One man in his time plays many parts.
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them - but not for love.
Ay me! for aught that I ever could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth.
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die. Take him, and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed; maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is no moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Give me that man That is not passion's slave.
I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient.
And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
