Old fools are babes again, and must be used With checks as flatteries.
By Shakespeare
One for superfluity, and another for use.
By Shakespeare
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,...
By Shakespeare
Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn....
By Shakespeare
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.
By Shakespeare
Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man Most like this dreadful night,...
By Shakespeare
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
By Shakespeare
Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both!
By Shakespeare
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious by this son of York;...
By Shakespeare
O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours...
By Shakespeare
O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long.
By Shakespeare
O God, that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times...
By Shakespeare
Never was a war did cease (Ere bloody hands were wash'd) with such a peace.
By Shakespeare
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That have but labored to attain this hour.
By Shakespeare
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
By Shakespeare
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,...
By Shakespeare
No exorciser harm thee. Nor no witchcraft charm thee....
By Shakespeare
No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell...
By Shakespeare
No medicine in the world can do thee good; In thee there is not half an hour's life.
By Shakespeare
No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure scape; back-wounding calumny...
By Shakespeare
Not that I think you did not love your father, But that I know love is begun by time,...
By Shakespeare
Not today, O Lord, O not today, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown.
By Shakespeare
Nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
By Shakespeare
Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it. He died...
By Shakespeare
Men must endure Their going hence even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
By Shakespeare
Men must learn now with pity to dispense, For policy sits above conscience.
By Shakespeare
Mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,...
By Shakespeare
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters.
By Shakespeare
My endeavors Have ever come too short of my desires. Yet filed with my abilities.
By Shakespeare
