Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.

Friendship is constant in all other things<br /> Save in the office and affairs of love:<br /> Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;<br /> Let...

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.

Truth is truth<br /> To the end of reckoning.

They say, best men are moulded out of faults,<br /> And, for the most, become much more the better<br /> For being a little bad.

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Lay on, Macduff,<br /> And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"

Out, damned spot! out, I say!

Double, double toil and trouble;<br /> Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

By the pricking of my thumbs,<br /> Something wicked this way comes.<br /> Open, locks,<br /> Whoever knocks!

The attempt and not the deed<br /> Confounds us.

Yet do I fear thy nature;<br /> It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,<br /> The instruments of darkness tell us truths,<br /> Win us with honest trifles, to betray's<br /> In deepest...

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear<br /> Of him that hears it, never in the tongue<br /> Of him that makes it.

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

There is a tide in the affairs of men<br /> Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;<br /> Omitted, all the voyage of their life<br /> Is bound in...