O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.
William ShakespeareYield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
William ShakespeareWhat, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
William ShakespeareA jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
William ShakespeareWhy, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)
William Shakespeare