William Shakespeare

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.

Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian.

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light

Come give us a taste of your quality.

Be as thou wast wont to be.<br />See as thou wast wont to see.

In the night, imagining some fear,<br />How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.

Our very eyes<br />Are sometimes, like our judgments, blind.

I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,<br />Too far in years to be a pupil now.

O that a lady, of one man refused,<br />Should of another therefore be abused!

Who can control his fate?

What can be avoided<br />Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?

There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.

Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead.<br />Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief<br />Shore his old thread in twain.

O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

What wouldst thou do, old man?<br />Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak<br />When power to flattery bows?

Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow?<br />If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,<br />Threatening the welkin with his big-swollen face?

O, I have suffered<br />With those that I saw suffer!

Where the greater malady is fixed,<br />The lesser is scarce felt.

Since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that<br />the world can say against it; and therefore never floutat me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

And thou, all-shaking thunder,<br />Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!<br />Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once<br />That makes ingrateful man!

Be collected.<br />No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart<br />There's no harm done.

You are made<br />Rather to wonder at the things you hear<br />Than to work any.

Thus did I keep my person fresh and new,<br />My presence, like a robe pontifical,<br />Ne'er seen but wondered at, and so my state,<br />Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast.

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,<br />Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,<br />Makes me with thy strength to communicate.