Memorable Quotations | Page 5

A hit, a very palpable hit.

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind.

I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

Fill all thy bones with aches.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

Their understanding Begins to swell and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores That now lie foul and muddy.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.