"Love is merely a madness..." -Rosalind, As You Like It

"If music be the food of love, play on.
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die." -Orsino, Twelfth Night

"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, Hamlet

"When you durst do it, then you were a man." -Lady Macbeth, Macbeth

"What sadness lengthens [your] hours?"
"Not having that which, having, makes them short." -Benvolio and Romeo, Romeo and Juliet

"It shall suspect where is no cause of fear;
It shall not fear where it should most mistrust;
It shall be merciful and too severe,
And most deceiving when it seems most just." -Venus and Adonis

"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass.... S'blood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me." -Hamlet, Hamlet

"Do a little dance!"

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