The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes

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

What he hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit

Men shut their doors against a setting sun

Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man

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

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose

To be or not to be that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them

If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work.