What are famous quotes from Shakespeare plays?
What's in a name? That which we call a roseTomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrowThe lady doth protest too muchIf music be the food of love, play onAll the world's a stageTo be, or not to beThere are more things in heaven and earth, HoratioTo sleep, perchance to dreamO Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?Such stuff as dreams are made onParting is such sweet sorrowThe winter of our discontentWhat a piece of work is a manLove looks not with the eyes but with the mindSomething is rotten in the state of DenmarkOut, damned spotThe fault, dear Brutus, is not in our starsProdigious birthAll that glisters is not goldEt tu, Brute?Cowards die many times before their deathsThe play's the thingFrailty, thy name is womanWhat light through yonder window breaks?My words fly up, my thoughts remain belowThe course of true love never did run smoothFriends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your earsNothing can come of nothingAlas, poor YorickWe should be woo'd and were not made to wooThe quality of mercy is not strainedA plague on both your housesBlow, blow, thou winter windBeware the ides of MarchFortune's foolSo wise so young, they say do never live longMethod in the madnessO, how this spring of love resemblethO happy dagger!We that are true lovers run intoThe world's mine oysterA lean and hungry lookOff with his head!Hath not a Jew eyes?How now? A rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!Done to death by slanderous tongueWhy then tonight let us assay our plotThou art a votary to fond desireSome Cupid kills with arrows, some with trapsBe not afraid of greatnessLord, what fools these mortals beOur remedies oft in ourselves do lieI go, and it is done; the bell invites meI follow him to serve my turn upon himIs this a dagger which I see before meI am dying, Egypt, dyingCome, let's away to prison; We two alone will singGet thee to a nunneryLet every eye negotiate for itselfOne that loved not wisely but too wellMore matter with less artOft expectation fails, and most oft thereA horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse!And thus I clothe my naked villanyEye of newt, and toe of frogAll the infections that the sun sucks upGive me my robe, put on my crownJourneys end in lovers meetingWhen shall we three meet againThis thing of darknessAsses are made to bear, and so are youThink you I am no stronger than my sexI am constant as the northern starO coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!O, what men dare do!That man that hath a tongue, I say is no manIs whispering nothing?Here's ado to lock up honestyNow go we in contentThe noblest Roman of them allO villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!The man that hath no music in himselfWhen beggars die there are no comets seenThe green-eyed monsterO true apothecary!The most unkindest cut of allI will buy with you, sell with you, talk with youHow poor are they that have not patience!I come to wive it wealthily in PaduaWhat, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?I hold the world but as the world, GratianoWhat's gone and what's past helpWas ever woman in this humour woo'd?When you do dance, I wish youThe be-all and the end-allAn improbable fictionAn itching palmAntic dispositionTo beggar descriptionBated breathKateNatashaQHope it helped!