William Shakespeare

Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine ownself be true. And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to …

'The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.'

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.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.

Cry 'Havoc!,' and let slip the dogs of war.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Beware the ides of March.

Can the world buy such a jewel?

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never.

As merry as the day is long.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

A man can die but once.

The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

The course of true love never did run smooth.

What light through yonder window breaks?

A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.

Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither.