William Shakespeare:
(Stratford-upon-Avon, ± 23 April OS 1564, baptised 26 April 1564 – there, 23 April 1616)
English playwright, poet and actor.
What should we speak of when we are as old as you? When we shall hear the rain and wind beat dark December? How in this our pinching cave, shall we discourse the freezing hours away?
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year. What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen? What old December’s bareness everywhere.
If music be the food of Love, Then Play On.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
Truth hath a quiet breast.
Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron Can be retentive to the strength of spirit.
I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Friendship, not by wisdom, is easily dissolved by foolishness.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Doubt thou, the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind.
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
Daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.
Beware the ides of March.
Friendship is constant in all other things save in the office and affairs of love.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.
As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in midsummer.
You’d be so lean that the blast of January would blow you through and through.
It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.
Love me or hate me, both are in my favour… If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart … If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.
This is the plague of our time: Madman leading the blind.
