Hamlet, II:2
There is nothing either good or bad, But thinking makes it so.
Much Ado About Nothing, V:1
There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.
Hamlet, III:3
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Othello, II:3
How poor are they that have not patience.
Richard II, I:1
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, I:2
They do not love that do not show their love.
The Merchant of Venice, I:3
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
An evil soul producing holy witness
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,
A goodly apple rotten at the heart.
O what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
King Lear, III:6
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.
As You Like It, V:4
O Sir, we quarrel in print, by the book, as you have books for good manners. I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct.
Pericles, Prince of Tyre, III:1
Oh! You gods, why do you make us love your goodly gifts, and snatch them straight away?
MacBeth, III:4
The time has been
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there, an end. But now they rise again
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools.
Measure for Measure, II:2
O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength,
But it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
Julius Caesar, IV:3
A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Twelfth Night, I:1
If music be the food of love, play on.
MacBeth, I:3
Have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?
The Merry Wives of Windsor, III:2
Defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever.
Measure for Measure, I:1
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do; not light them for themselves.
Othello, III:3
He that filches from me my good name, robs me of that which not enriches him, but makes me poor indeed.
Hamlet, V:1
Lay her i' the earth, and from her fair and unpolluted flesh may violets spring!
Richard III, I:4
'Tis better to be brief than tedious.
