William Shakespeare

But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither and back again.

Come, my lord, We will bestow you in some better place, Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.

She will a handmaid be to his desires

Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected

Degenerate bastard

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Come, sir, I know what I know.

I should have chid you for not bringing it, But like a shrew you first begin to brawl.

Nay, it is ten times strange.

If justice cannot tame you, she shall ne’er weigh more reasons in her balance. Nay, and you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be look’d to.

They are free men, but I am banished

Be it thy course to busy giddy minds With foreign quarrels, that action, hence borne out, May waste the memory of the former days.

These contraries such unity do hold Only to flatter fools, and make them bold

If he do fear God, ’a must necessarily keep peace; if he break the peace, he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling.

I could have given less matter A better ear.

Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire, Threaten the threat’ner, and outface the brow Of bragging horror; so shall inferior eyes, That borrow their behaviors from the great, Grow great by your example and put on The dauntless spirit of resolution.

’Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak

A stone is silent, and offendeth not

My heart is ready to crack with impatience.

Then there is no true lover in the forest, else sighing every minute and groaning every hour would detect the lazy foot of Time as well as a clock.