“Lucentio: I read that I profess, the Art of Love.
Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art!
Lucentio: While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!”

“n sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.”

“Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an [censored].”

“Ambition should be made from sterner stuff.”

“This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day”

“Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out at every joint and motive of her body.”

“O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!”

“I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.”

“We will meet; and there we may rehearse most
obscenely and courageously."

“More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet.”

"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing."

"The unexamined life is not worth living."