Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And...

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, such a dependency of thing on thing, as e'er I heard in madness.

Do not banish reason for inequality; but let your reason serve to make the truth appear where it seems hid, and hide the false seems true

Though music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm.

Thou hast nor youth nor age, but, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, dreaming on both.

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

The sense of death is most in apprehension; and the poor beetle, that we tread upon, in corporal sufferance feels a pang as great as when a giant dies.

The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope.

O, what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, the marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, become them with one half so good a grace as...

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?

We must not make a scarecrow of the law, setting it up to fear the birds of prey, and let it keep one shape, till custom make it their perch and not their terror.

Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so

O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.

Blow, wind! Come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,<br /> Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow...<br /> And with some sweet oblivious antidote<br /> Cleanse the...

What's done cannot be undone.

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!

There's no bottom, none, in my voluptuousness: Your wives, your daughters, your matrons and your maids, could not fill up the cistern of my lust.