"This battle fares like to the morning's war, When dying clouds contend with growing light; What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Can neither call it perfect day, nor night."

"Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son, Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?"

"I say it was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up."

"Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroidered canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery?"

"Let Heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die! And let this world no longer be a stage, To feed contention in a lingering act."

"The common people swarm like summer flies."

"What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide."

"I know, I am too mean to be your queen; And yet too good to be your concubine."

"Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember’d tolling a departing friend."

"Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam’s curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd."

"From Rumour's tongues They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs."

"Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep; And in his simple show he harbours treason."

"Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated: or when a man is, — being, — whereby, — he may be thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent thing."

"O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?"

"Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble."

"Let the end try the man."

"I’ll tickle your catastrophe."

"A poor lone woman."

"He hath eaten me out of house and home."

"Thus we play the fools with the time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds, and mock us."

"We have heard the chimes at midnight."

"Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsun-week."

"I do now remember the poor creature, small beer."

"He was, indeed, the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves."

"I beseek you now, aggravate your choler."

"Can'st thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown."

"Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?"

"I do remember him at Clement's-inn, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife."

"Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought."

"We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man."

"I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, — "I came, saw, and overcame.""

"A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kick-shaws, tell William cook."

"Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways."

"Falstaff: What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol: Not the ill wind which blows no man to good."

"His cares are now all ended."

"Falstaff: My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! King Henry V: I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!"

"Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king, In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides."

"Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer."

"Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither."

"I am your butt, and I abide your shot."

"Main chance."

"Is this the fashion in the court of England? Is this the government of Britain's isle, And this the royalty of Albion's king?"

"She bears a duke's revenues on her back, And in her heart she scorns our poverty."

"Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible, Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless!"

"To weep, is to make less the depth of grief: Tears, then, for babes; blows, and revenge for me!"

"You cast the event of war, my noble lord, And summ'd the account of chance, before you said "Let us make head." It was your presurmise, That, in the dole of blows, your son might drop: You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, More likely to fall in than to get o'er; You were advised his flesh was capable Of wounds and scars and that his forward spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged: Yet did you say "Go forth;" and none of this, Though strongly apprehended, could restrain The stiff-borne action: what hath then befallen, Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth, More than that being which was like to be?"

"Fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns."

"And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak."

"Who lin'd himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply."