"But mistress, know yourself: down on your knees, And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man’s love: For I must tell you friendly in your ear, Sell when you can: you are not for all markets."

"Thou tell’st me there is murder in mine eye: ’Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, That eyes, that are the frail’st and softest things, Who shut their coward gates on atomies, Should be call’d tyrants, butchers, murderers!"

"The very ice of chastity is in them."

"And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread."

"Rosalind: His hair is of a good colour. Celia: An excellent colour: your chestnut was ever the only colour."

"As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honourable than the bare brow of a bachelor."

"I would the gods had made thee poetical."

"Rosalind: But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak? Orlando: Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much."

"Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it."

"Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I’ll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal."

"I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults."

"You have a nimble wit: I think ’twas made of Atalanta’s heels."

"I do desire we may be better strangers."

"Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak."

"It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover."

"Answer me in one word."

"I prithee, take the cork out of thy mouth that I may drink thy tidings."

"O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping."

"Let us make an honourable retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage."

"Helen’s cheek, but not her heart, Cleopatra’s majesty, Atalanta’s better part, Sad Lucretia’s modesty."

"Why should this a desert be? For it is unpeopled? No; Tongues I’ll hang on every tree, That shall civil sayings show."

"This is the very false gallop of verses."

"Sweetest nut hath sourest rind, Such a nut is Rosalind."

"From the east to western Ind, No jewel is like Rosalind."

"I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man’s happiness, glad of other men’s good, content with my harm."

"Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court."

"Thou art in a parlous state, shepherd."

"He that wants money, means and content is without three good friends."

"It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?"

"Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree The fair, the chaste and unexpressive she."

"Sir, I am a true labourer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man’s happiness, glad of other men’s good, content with my harm, and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck."

"Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember’d not. Heigh-ho! sing, &c."

"All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing."

"This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in."

"Oppress’d with two weak evils, age and hunger."

"And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender’d."

"True is it that we have seen better days."

"Whate’er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look’d on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll’d to church, If ever sat at any good man’s feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear And know what ’tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be."

"Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table."

"The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta’en from me the show Of smooth civility."

"Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea."

"The ‘why’ is plain as way to parish church."

"I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please."

"I am ambitious for a motley coat."

"And in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm’d With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms."

"If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it."

"O noble fool! A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear."