For a good poet's made as well as born. |
Fortune, that favours fools. |
Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times |
Good morning to the day: and next, my gold! - / Open the shrine that I may see my saint. |
Have you a stool there to be melancholy upon? |
Have you seen but a bright lily grow, / Before rude hands have touched it? / Have you marked but the fall o' the snow / Before the soil hath smutched it? . . . O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she! |
He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master. |
He threatens many that hath injured one. |
I do hold it, and will affirm it before any prince in Europe, to be the most sovereign and precious weed that ever the earth rendered to the use of man. |
I do honor the very flea of his dog |
I have a humour, / I would not willingly be gulled. |
I have been at my book, and am now past the craggy paths of study, and come to the flowery plains of honour and reputation. |
I have betrayed myself with my own tongue; The case is altered |
I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, `Would he had blotted a thousand.' |
I will eat exceedingly, and prophesy. |