If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages, princes’ palaces.
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not as to thy friends, for when did friendship take a breed for barren metal of his friend? But lend it rather to thine enemy, who if he break thou mayst with better face exact the penalty.
If music be the food of love, play on.
If I shall be condemned upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else but what your jealousies awake, I tell you ’tis rigour and not law.
If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work.
I’ll speak to thee in silence.
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.
I will be gone, that pitiful rumour may report my flight, to consolate thine ear.
I were better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
