I met a fool i' the forest,<br /> A motley fool.

The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.

Hereafter, in a better world than this,<br /> I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

I have<br /> Immortal longings in me.

Since Cleopatra died,<br /> I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods<br /> Detest my baseness.

Small to greater matters must give way.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale<br /> Her infinite variety.

My salad days,<br /> When I was green in judgment.

Praising what is lost<br /> Makes the remembrance dear.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

For aught that I could ever read,<br /> Could ever hear by tale or history,<br /> The course of true love never did run smooth.

You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense.

You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense.

While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.

When we are born, we cry, that we are come<br /> To this great stage of fools.

When griping grief the heart doth wound,<br /> and doleful dumps the mind opresses,<br /> then music, with her silver sound,<br /> with speedy help doth lend...

We know what we are, but not what we may be.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.