Cowards die many times before their deaths the valiant never taste of death but once.
Speak low, if you speak love.
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land the great ones eat up the little ones.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
To do a great right do a little wrong.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
They do not love that do not show their love.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
Death is a fearful thing.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience I will say nothing.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Ignorance is the curse of God knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Life every man holds dear but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
An overflow of good converts to bad.
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
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Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
I bear a charmed life.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh when a son gives to his father, both cry.
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.