Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension, how like a god.
Time be thine, and thy best graces spend it at thy will.
This the very coinage of your brain. This bodiless creation ecstasy.
There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn no traveller returns.
The native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment, with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.
The insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes.
The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
