John William Tuohy lives in Washington DC

A Little Shakespeare

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

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, his acts being seven ages.

If music be the food of love, play on.

The wheel is come full circle.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

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

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Listen to many, speak to a few.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

This above all; to thine own self be true.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

 When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

Speak low, if you speak love.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

Boldness be my friend.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

 If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

What's done can't be undone.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

The golden age is before us, not behind us.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

The love of heaven makes one heavenly.

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

 Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.

There's many a man has more hair than wit.

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

They do not love that do not show their love.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

There is no darkness but ignorance.

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.

What is past is prologue.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

 Lawless are they that make their wills their law.

 Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

 My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.

Enjoy, Content, Crown
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
To be, or not to be, that is the question.

To do a great right do a little wrong.

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

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

By that sin fell the angels.

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

 Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

For I can raise no money by vile means.

There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Now is the winter of our discontent.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

I will praise any man that will praise me.

Death is a fearful thing.

He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

Such as we are made of, such we be.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

Men's vows are women's traitors!

Nothing can come of nothing.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

In a false quarrel there is no true valor.

There's place and means for every man alive.

Farewell, fair cruelty.
'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

I dote on his very absence.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

I was adored once too.

O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

How well he's read, to reason against reading!

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

For my part, it was Greek to me.

I bear a charmed life.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Let no such man be trusted.

O, had I but followed the arts!

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.

They say miracles are past.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?

Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

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