| Famous Line | Shakespearean Play |
| You are a lover; borrow cupid's wings | |
| We few, we happy few, we band of brothers | |
| I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest | |
| If music be the food of love, play on | |
| What's in a name? | |
| Cry 'havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war | |
| To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub | |
| The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. | |
| Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. | |
| Now is the winter of our discontent | |
| | Famous Line | Shakespearean Play |
| How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in't! | |
| Double, double toil and trouble | |
| Thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself | |
| There is a tide in the affairs of men | |
| This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this england | |
| For women are as roses, whose fair flower being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. | |
| Something wicked this way comes | |
| Get thee to a nunnery | |
| The course of true love never did run smooth | |
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