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Hamlet · 1616

★ 8.7

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: the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals-And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

Hamlet · 1616

★ 7.3

Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Macbeth · 1616

★ 7.2

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Timon of Athens · 1616

★ 7.1

He’s loved of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 7.0

Frailty, thy name is woman!

Hamlet · 1616

★ 6.9

Good counselors lack no clients.

Measure for Measure · 1616

★ 6.9

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 6.5

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.

Macbeth · 1616

★ 6.4

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

Hamlet · 1616

★ 6.1

My age is as a lusty winter, Frosty but kindly.

As You Like It · 1616

★ 5.6

Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head. And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

As You Like It · 1616

★ 5.5

The apparel oft proclaims the man.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 5.4

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 5.3

The flow'ry way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire.

All's Well that Ends Well · 1616

★ 5.1

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 4.8

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.

As You Like It · 1616

★ 4.7

O, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon ’gainst self-slaughter! O God, God, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world!

Hamlet · 1616

★ 4.7

The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

The Tempest · 1616

★ 4.7

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 4.6

I must be cruel only to be kind.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 4.5

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 4.0

But, to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honored in the breach than the observance.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 4.0

Sure He that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 4.0

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 4.0

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.

As You Like It · 1616

★ 3.9

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.

Measure for Measure · 1616

★ 3.9

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

As You Like It · 1616

★ 3.8

Let me have war, say I. It exceeds peace as far as day does night. It's sprightly waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible.

He is the half part of a blessèd man, Left to be finishèd by such as she, And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

Coriolanus · 1616

★ 3.8

Play · History (play)

The Life and Death of King John · 1616

★ 3.8

How beauteous mankind is! O, brave new world That has such people in 't!

The Tempest · 1616

★ 3.8

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

The Tempest · 1616

★ 3.8

Can one desire too much of a good thing?

As You Like It · 1616

★ 3.7

Cudgel thy brains no more about it.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 3.7

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

Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear, To dig the dust enclosed here; Bleste be the man that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

Hamlet · 1616

★ 3.7

Epitaph

1616

★ 3.7

What's done cannot be undone.

Macbeth · 1616

★ 3.7

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.

Macbeth · 1616

★ 3.7

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.