Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself Whether I in any just term am affin'd To love the Moor.

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: British

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A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?

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Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

BENEDICK: I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea. My love as deep; the more I give to thee. The more I have, for both are infinite.

He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.

That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be called our mother, but our grave.

Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.