"Lucetta: I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire; But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Julia: The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns. The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; And so by many winding nooks he strays With willing sport, to the wild ocean. Then let me go, and hinder not my course. I'll be as patient as a gentle stream And make a pastime of each weary step, Till the last step have brought me to my love; And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil, A blessed soul doth in Elysium."

"Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, More than quick words, do move a woman's mind."

"That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman."

"Love is like a child, That longs for every thing that he can come by."

"And why not death, rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think that she is by, And feed upon the shadow of perfection. Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon; She is my essence; and I leave to be, If I be not by her fair influence Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive. I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom: Tarry I here, I but attend on death; But, fly I hence, I fly away from life."

"The best way is, to slander Valentine With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Three things that women highly hold in hate."

"You must lay lime, to tangle her desires By wailful sonnets."

"Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy."

"A man I am, cross’d with adversity."

"Who is Silvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admiréd be. Is she kind, as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness: And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring."

"Is she not passing fair?"

"How use doth breed a habit in a man!"

"O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect."

"Come not within the measure of my wrath."

"Camillo: You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely. Archidamus: Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance."

"You put me off with limber vows; but I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily, You shall not go; a lady's verily's As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? Force me to keep you as a prisoner, Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? My prisoner or my guest? by your dread verily, One of them you shall be."

"We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal."

"What we chang'd Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd That any did."

"Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Your queen and I are devils: yet, go on; The offences we have made you do, we'll answer, If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not With any but with us."

"Leontes: Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st To better purpose. Hermione: Never? Leontes: Never, but once. Hermione: What! have I twice said well? when was't before?"

"My last good deed was to entreat his stay; What was my first? it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose: when? Nay, let me have't; I long."

"They say we are Almost as like as eggs."

"I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Among the infinite doings of the world, Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord, If ever I were wilfull-negligent, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear Which oft infects the wisest. These, my lord, Are such allow'd infirmities that honesty Is never free of. But, beseech your grace, Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass By its own visage; if I then deny it, 'Tis none of mine."

"You may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, As, or by oath remove, or counsel shake The fabric of his folly, whose foundation Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue The standing of his body."

"I am sure 'tis safer to Avoid what's grown than question how 'tis born."

"This jealousy Is for a precious creature; as she's rare, Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty, Must it be violent: and as he does conceive He is dishonour'd by a man which ever Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me."

"There’s some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are — the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities — but I have That honourable grief lodg’d here, which burns Worse than tears drown. Beseech you all, my lords, With thoughts so qualified as your charities Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so The king’s will be perform’d!"

"The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails."

"It shall scarce boot me To say Not guilty; mine integrity Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, Be so receiv'd. But thus, — if powers divine Behold our human actions (as they do), I doubt not, then, but innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience."

"Leontes: I ne'er heard yet That any of these bolder vices wanted Less impudence to gainsay what they did, Than to perform it first. Hermione: That's true enough; Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me."

"Tell me what blessings I have here alive, That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed. But yet hear this; mistake me not; — no life, — I prize it not a straw: — but for mine honour, (Which I would free) if I shall be condemn'd Upon surmises — all proofs sleeping else, But what your jealousies awake, — I tell you 'Tis rigour, and not law. — Your honours all, I do refer me to the oracle: Apollo be my judge!"

"Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves Do strike at my injustice."

"What’s gone, and what’s past help, Should be past grief."

"Exit, pursued by a Bear."

"Heavy matters, heavy matters! But look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself: thou met'st with things dying, I with things new-born."

"I, — that please some, try all; both joy and terror Of good and bad; — that make and unfold error; — Now take upon me, in the name of Time, To use my wings. Impute it not a crime To me or my swift passage, that I slide O'er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried Of that wide gap, since it is in my power To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour To plant and o'erwhelm custom."

"A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles."

"A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a."

"O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let’st fall From Dis’s waggon! Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes, Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phœbus in his strength, — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!"

"When you do dance, I wish you A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that."

"I love a ballad in print a’-life; for then we are sure they are true."

"To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores."

"I am asham'd: does not the stone rebuke me, For being more stone than it?"

"Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her! What fine chisel Could ever yet cut breath?"

"There will come a Christian by, Shall be worth a Jewess' eye."

"Fast bind, fast find, A proverb never stale in thrifty mind."

"All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg’d and embraced by the strumpet wind! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather’d ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar’d by the strumpet wind!"

"But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit."

"Must I hold a candle to my shames?"

"For she is wise, if I can judge of her; And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true; And true she is, as she hath proved herself; And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul."