| Quote | Play | Year |
| If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended. | |
| O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention | |
| What light through yonder window breaks! | |
| First thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers | |
| Neither a borrower nor a lender be. | |
| As merry as the day is long | |
| All that glitters is not gold | |
| The course of true love never did run smooth | |
| If music be the food of love, play on | |
| The rest is silence | |