He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! It had a dying fall. O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Enough, no more!
What is past is prologue.
El amor es tu amo, pues te domina, y quien permite que un loco lo subyugue no merece, creo yo, que se le acepte por cuerdo.
O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.
This above all: to thine own self be true.
It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
KING RICHARD III:
A horse, a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
I have of late–but
wherefore I know not–lost all my mirth, forgone all
custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.