- O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
- 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.
- Now is the winter of our discontent.
- Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
- If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
- The course of true love never did run smooth.
- If music be the food of love, play on.
- Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
- Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
- If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
- He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
- They do not love that do not show their love.
- The object of art is to give life a shape.
- So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
- Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
- No legacy is so rich as honesty.
- O, had I but followed the arts!