[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.
Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.
From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.
To persevere In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief.
