Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. |
The lady doth protest too much, methinks. |
This above all; to thine own self be true. |
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. |
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser. |
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt. |
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. |
We know what we are, but know not what we may be. |
Hell is empty and all the devils are here. |
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain. |
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces. |
To be, or not to be: that is the question. |
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue. |
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life. |
Having nothing, nothing can he lose. |
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving. |
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. |
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired. |
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered. |
It is a wise father that knows his own child. |