Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
— William Shakespeare
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Boldness be my friend.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.
O, had I but followed the arts!
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
They do not love that do not show their love.
There is no darkness but ignorance.
To be, or not to be, that is the question.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
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.
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
By that sin fell the angels.
He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
There's place and means for every man alive.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
For my part, it was Greek to me.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
Let no such man be trusted.
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
