Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Source: Macbeth, Act 2, scene 4.
Contributed by: Zaady
. . . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:
Source: Macbeth, Act 4, scene 1.
Make not your thoughts your prisons.
First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
Source: MACBETH, Act 4, Scene 1
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 1, Scene 1
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
Source: Macbeth, Act V. Sc. i.
Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.
Source: PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE, Act 2, Scene 1
. . . the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 2, Scene 1
Why, then the world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
Source: Merry Wives of Windsor, Act 2, scene 2.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows.
Source: Love's Labours Lost, Act 1, scene 1.
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