William Shakespeare

They do not love that do not show their love.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on.

Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.

Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best To woo your lady.'[Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.

In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard of monstrous lust the due and just reward; In Pericles, his queen, and daughter, seen, Although assailed with fortune fierce and keen, Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crowned with joy at last.

My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts, and these same thoughts people this little world.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world now lies he there And none so poor to do him reverence.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

Whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin I see hath been his timeless end. Oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. I will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm.Yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. There rust and let me die.