If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)

If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
To expostulate what majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables — meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix’d with baser matter: yes, by heaven! William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whiles, like a puff’d and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Like madness is the glory of this life. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Till now you have gone on and fill’d the time With all licentious measure, making your wills The scope of justice; till now myself and such As slept with our traversed arms, and breathed Our sufferance vainly: now the time is flush, When crouching marrow in the bearer strong Cries of itself, “No more.” William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
But tell me true — For I must ever doubt, though ne’er so sure — Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous, If not a usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts, Expecting in return twenty for one? William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
What an alteration of honour Has desperate want made! What viler thing upon the earth than friends Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends! How rarely does it meet with this time’s guise, When man was wish’d to love his enemies! William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath roots; Within this mile break forth a hundred springs; The oaks bear mast, the biers scarlet hips: The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Lays her full mess before you. Want! why want? William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)