A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
Why, then the world ‘s mine oyster
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions
I will speak daggers to her, but use none
Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love
And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man
A little more than kin, and less than kind
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
He is deformed, crooked, old and sere,
Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere;
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.