- A list of words coined by William Shakespeare
- A countenance more in sorrow than in anger
- A Daniel come to judgement
- A dish fit for the gods
- A fool's paradise
- A foregone conclusion
- A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse
- A ministering angel shall my sister be
- A plague on both your houses
- A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
- A sea change
- A sorry sight
- Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety
- Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio
- All corners of the world
- All of a sudden
- All one to me
- All that glitters is not gold / All that glisters is not gold
- All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players
- All's well that ends well
- An ill-favoured thing sir, but mine own
- And shining morning face, creeping like a snail unwillingly to school
- And thereby hangs a tale
- As cold as any stone
- As dead as a doornail
- As good luck would have it
- As merry as the day is long
- As pure as the driven snow
- At one fell swoop
- Bag and baggage
- Bated breath
- Be all and end all
- Beast with two backs
- Beware the ides of March
- Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks
- Brevity is the soul of wit
- But screw your courage to the sticking-place
- But, for my own part, it was Greek to me
- Come the three corners of the world in arms
- Come what come may
- Comparisons are odorous
- Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war
- Dash to pieces
- Discretion is the better part of valour
- Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn, and cauldron bubble
- Eaten out of house and home
- Et tu, Brute
- Even at the turning of the tide
- Exceedingly well read
- Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog
- Fair play
- Fancy free
- Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man
- Fight fire with fire
- For ever and a day
- Frailty, thy name is woman
- Foul play
- Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears
- Good men and true
- Good riddance
- Green-eyed monster
- Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings
- He will give the Devil his due
- Heart's content
- High time
- His beard was as white as snow
- Hob-nob
- Hoist by your own petard
- Hot-blooded
- Household words
- How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child
- I bear a charmed life
- I have not slept one wink
- I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips
- I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
- If music be the food of love, play on
- In a pickle
- In my mind's eye, Horatio
- In stitches
- In the twinkling of an eye
- Is this a dagger which I see before me?
- It beggar'd all description
- It is meat and drink to me
- Lay it on with a trowel
- Lie low
- Like the Dickens
- Lily-livered
- Love is blind
- Make an ass of yourself
- Make your hair stand on end
- Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water
- Milk of human kindness
- Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows
- More fool you
- More honoured in the breach than in the observance
- Much ado about nothing
- My salad days
- Neither a borrower nor a lender be
- Night owl
- No more cakes and ale?
- Now is the winter of our discontent
- O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo
- Off with his head
- Oh, that way madness lies
- Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more
- Out of the jaws of death
- Pomp and circumstance
- Pound of flesh
- Primrose path
- Rhyme nor reason
- Salad days
- Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
- Screw your courage to the sticking place
- Sea change
- Seen better days
- Send him packing
- Set your teeth on edge
- Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
- Short shrift
- Shuffle off this mortal coil
- Sleep like a top
- Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep
- Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em
- Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
- Son of a bitch
- Star-crossed lovers
- Stiffen the sinews
- Stony-hearted
- Such stuff as dreams are made on
- Tell truth and shame the Devil!
- That way madness lies
- The be all and end all
- The course of true love never did run smooth
- The crack of doom
- The Devil incarnate
- The game is afoot
- The game is up
- The quality of mercy is not strained
- The Queen's English
- The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
- The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on
- There's method in my madness
- Thereby hangs a tale
- Thin air
- This is the short and the long of it
- This is very midsummer madness
- This precious stone set in the silver sea, this sceptered isle
- Though this be madness, yet there is method in it
- The bowels of the land
- To be or not to be, that is the question
- To gild refined gold, to paint the lily
- To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub
- Tom, Dick and Harry
- Too much of a good thing
- Truth will out
- Under the greenwood tree
- Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
- Vanish into thin air
- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
- We have seen better days
- Wear your heart on your sleeve
- What a piece of work is man
- What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
- When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions
- Where the bee sucks, there suck I
- Which is which
- While you live, tell truth and shame the Devil!
- Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure
- Wild goose chase
- Woe is me
- A Midsummer Night's Dream
- As You Like It
- Hamlet
- Macbeth
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse
A ministering angel shall my sister be
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio
All that glitters is not gold / All that glisters is not gold
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players
An ill-favoured thing sir, but mine own
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail unwillingly to school
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks
But screw your courage to the sticking-place
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me
Come the three corners of the world in arms
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war
Discretion is the better part of valour
Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn, and cauldron bubble
Even at the turning of the tide
Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog
Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings
He will give the Devil his due
His beard was as white as snow
How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
If music be the food of love, play on
Is this a dagger which I see before me?
Men’s evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows
More honoured in the breach than in the observance
Neither a borrower nor a lender be
Now is the winter of our discontent
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
Screw your courage to the sticking place
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
Such stuff as dreams are made on
Tell truth and shame the Devil!
The course of true love never did run smooth
The quality of mercy is not strained
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on
This is the short and the long of it
This is very midsummer madness
This precious stone set in the silver sea, this sceptered isle
Though this be madness, yet there is method in it
To be or not to be, that is the question
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
Wear your heart on your sleeve
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions
Where the bee sucks, there suck I
While you live, tell truth and shame the Devil!
