What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?
Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.
For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.
A man should be what he seems.
Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
Good things should be praised.
Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all, admonishing That we should drew us fairly for our end.
Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience.
Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.
The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.
I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.
Why should honor outlive honestly? Orthello
If you be King, why should not I succeed?
Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!.
I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.
To you your father should be as a god.
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Without a prompter.
I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.
O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself.
We make trifles of terrors, Ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, When we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst, 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their even-Christen.
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.