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"All that glisters is not gold; / Often have you heard that told," (II.7.65-6)

"But love is blind, and lovers cannot see / The pretty follies that themselves commit; / For if they could, Cupid himself would blush" (II.6.36-8).

"Your mind is tossing on the ocean," (1.1.8)

"That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, / They surfeited with honey and began / To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little / More than a little is by much too much. / So when he had occasion to be seen, / He was but as the cuckoo is in June, / Heard, not regarded;" (III.2.70-6)

"for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears." (II.4.393-6)

"When valour preys on reason, / It eats the sword it fights with." (3.13.198-9)

"The April's in her eyes; it is love's spring. / And these the showers to bring it on. — Be cheerful." (3.2.43-4)

"Repent, that e'er thy tongue / Hath so betray'd thine act:" (2.7.77-8)

"Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale / Her infinite variety: other women cloy / The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry / Where most she satisfies: for vilest things / Become themselves in her, that the holy priests / Bless her when she is riggish." (II.ii.238-243)

"…truths would be tales, / Where now half tales be truths:" (II.2.137-8)

"Then let them use us well; else, let them know, / The ills we do, their ills instruct us so." (4.3.100-1)

"O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; / It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock / The meat it feeds on:" (3.3.166-8)

"I to the world am like a drop of water / That in the ocean seeks another drop, / Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, / Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself;" (1.2.35-8)

Alas, poor Yorick!

"Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be." (IV.v.43-4)

"To be, or not to be – that is the question: / Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer / The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune / Or to take arms against a sea of troubles / And by opposing end them. […] To die, to sleep – / to sleep – perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub," (III.i. 56-65)

"…for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so." (II.ii.247-9)

"For never was a story of more woe, / Than this of Juliet and her Romeo." (V.3.320)

"See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, / That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love." (V.3.301-2)

"Thank me no thankings nor proud me no prouds," (III.5.156)

"Well, we were born to die." (III.4.4) — I see you, Lana del Rey…

"This day's adventure, however, did not turn out like yesterday's, although it began like it; and indeed today is very seldom like yesterday, if people would note the differences – even when it rains."

Uterus envy!

"...but that's the funny thing about pain. You can never remember it afterwards."

"Though this be madness, yet there is method in't." (II.ii.204)

"'Doubt thou the stars are fire; / Doubt that the sun doth move; / Doubt truth to be a liar; / But never doubt I love.'" (II.ii.116-9)

"The time is out of joint. O cursèd spite / That ever I was born to set it right!" (I.v. 188-9)