Quotes from Shakespeare found in Crypto Logic: Shakespeare
- Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
- Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
- Fishes live in the sea, as men do aland; the great ones eat up the little ones.
- How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
- I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
- It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
- Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.
- It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
- Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
- The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
- To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
- What\'s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
- All the world is 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
- The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
- The world is grown so bad, that wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
- O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
- Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
- The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
- Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
//- The better part of valour is discretion.
- Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
- The first thing we do, let us kill all the lawyers.
- Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
- Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
- To mourn a mischief that is past and gone is the next way to draw new mischief on.
- Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.