Doubt thou the stars are fire;Doubt that the sun doth move;Doubt truth to be a liar;But never doubt I love.

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

They do not love that do not show their love.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

For she had eyes and chose me.

Sweets to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave.

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,To die upon the hand I love so well.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it.

love is blindand lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.

Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.

Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an ass.

Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.

His life was gentle; and the elementsSo mixed in him, that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!

Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

He that hath the steerage of my course,Direct my sail.

What's done cannot be undone.

Jesters do oft prove prophets.

Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

My soul is in the sky.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.Act II

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,Rough-hew them how we will.

Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all.

My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Prodigious birth of love it is to me,That I must love a loathed enemy.

thus with a kiss I die

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!

What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldLike a Colossus; and we petty menWalk under his huge legs, and peep aboutTo find ourselves dishonourable graves.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

Then others for breath of words respect,Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

O, how this spring of love resemblethThe uncertain glory of an April day,Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,And by and by a cloud takes all away!

The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft interred with their bones.

Of all the wonders that I have heard,It seems to me most strange that men should fear;Seeing death, a necessary end,Will come when it will come.(Act II, Scene 2)

Make death proud to take us.

One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth,Let's choose executors and talk of wills

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool,And Time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.

Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him,And all their ministers attend on him.

O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!This was the most unkindest cut of all

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ...

Master, go on, and I will follow theeTo the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in't!

And worse I may be yet: the worst is notSo long as we can say 'This is the worst.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

Comfort ‘s in heaven; and we are on earth, Where nothing lives but crosses, cares, and grief.

Love is holy.

There's a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads onto fortune, omitted, all their voyages end in shallows and miseries. Upon such tide are we now...

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow

I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Oh father Abraham, what kind of people are these Christians? Their own meanness teaches them to suspect other people!

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?

We, ignorant of ourselves,Beg often our own harms, which the wise powersDeny us for our good; so find we profitBy losing of our prayers.

Can no prayers pierce thee?SHYLOCK: No, none that thou hast wit enough to make.

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,By self-example mayst thou be denied.

Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes.

Love or hate me. both are in my favour. If you love me, I'll always be in your heart, but if you hate me, I'll always be in your mind.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

Let every man be master of his time.

I can call the spirits from the vasty deep.Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man;But will they come, when you do call for them?

Modest doubt is call'd the beacon of the wise.

Love talks with better knowledge, and knowledge with dearer love.

Let me be ignorant and in nothing good,But graciously to know I am no better.