And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?

— William Shakespeare

And nothing is, but what is not.

— William Shakespeare

And now about the cauldron winglike elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in.

— William Shakespeare

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worst by the excuse - As patches set upon a little breach Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patched.

— William Shakespeare

And seeing ignorance is the curse of God Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

— William Shakespeare

And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!

— William Shakespeare

And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.

— William Shakespeare

And Sir, it is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.

— William Shakespeare

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

— William Shakespeare

And thereby hangs a tale.

— William Shakespeare