I shall be loved whem I am lacked.
Coriolanus
Action is eloquence.
Coriolanus
-Good sentences, and well pronounced.
-They would be better if well followed.
-If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do,
chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces.
Portia and Nerissa in The Merchant of Venice
O, what men dare do!
What men may do!
What men daily do, not knowing what they do!
Much Ado About Nothing
Talkers are no good doers.
Richard III
O how full of briars is this working-day world!
As You Like it
Be something scanter of your maiden presence.
Hamlet
Good counsellors lack no clients.
Measure for Measure
Arm thy heart and fit thy thoughts to mount aloft.
Titus Andronicus
Time goes on crutches till love hath all his rites.
Much Ado About Nothing, Claudio to Don Pedro, saying he plans to marry Hero on the following day
I am giddy: expectation whirls me round.
Troilus and Cressida, Troilus, about to be brought to Cressida
A troubled mind drove me to walk abroad.
Romeo and Juliet
Mislike me not for my complexion.
Merchant of Venice, Prince of Morocco to Portia
Why, what’s the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm, of cloudiness?
Much Ado About Nothing
Ye have angels’ faces, but heaven knows your hearts.
Henry VIII, Katherine of Aragon to Cardinal Wolsey
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve.
Othello
What fine chisel could ever cut breath?
Winter’s Tale
This is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
Winter’s Tale
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
The eyes of men without an orator.
Lucrece
O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God.
Richard III
The private wound is deepest.
Two Gentlemen of Verona
Night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.
Richard II
The pleasing punishment that women bear.
Comedy of Errors
When we are born we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools.
King Lear
Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia
Will not sweeten this little hand.
Lady Macbeth
Our bodies are gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners.
Othello
Boldness be my friend!
Cymbeline
For where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman’s eye?
Love’s Labour’s Lost
Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.
Romeo and Juliet
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