Here is a list I made from this site. I'm sure I left out several good ones. I focused on things we still hear in our everyday language, although they are not all of that category. My children are amazed at how many of our now every day phrases come from Shakespeare: a wonderful heritage.
If this list is useful to anyone, I will be blessed:
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind,
As man's ingratitude.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
I wish you well and so I take my leave,
I Pray you know me when we meet again.
In time we hate that which we often fear
It is not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.
Strong reasons make strong actions.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
We know what we are, but not what we may be.
For aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts...
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Beware the ides of March.
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
Et tu, Brute!
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
Although the last, not least.
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
Now is the winter of our discontent
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at.
'Tis neither here nor there.
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
"The Merchant of Venice", Act 2 scene 2
We burn daylight.
This is the short and the long of it.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
We have seen better days.
This above all: to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day; Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.
(an appropriate last quote)
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Oct. 12, 2006 - I like these!