Love is a spirit all compact of fire.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

... one fire burns out another's burning. One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love.

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.

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 y an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; 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.