William Shakespeare

Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.

Stones have been known to move and trees to speak.

Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Had you a healthful ear to hear of it. Julius Caesar (Brutus at II, i)

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.

STEPHANO: Here; swear then how thou escapedst. TRINCULO: Swam ashore man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. STEPHANO: Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

Stoop, boys. This gate Instructs you how t' adore the heavens and bows you to a morning's holy office. Cymbeline (Belarius at III, iii)

Such as we are made of, such we be.

Summer's parching heat.

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; 'tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there? As You Like It (First Lord at II, i)

Sweets to the sweet! Farewell. Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Gertrude, Queen of Denmark at V, i)

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

Straining upon the start. The game's afoot.

Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparelled April on the heel Of limping Winter treads, even such delight Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night Inherit at my house. Romeo and Juliet (Capulet at I, ii)

Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.

Sweet are the uses of adversity, which like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head; and this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. As You Like It (Duke Senior at II, i)

Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly, Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?

Still as the peaceful walks of ancient night; silent as are the lamps that burn on tombs.

Strike up our drums! Pursue the scatter'd stray. God, and not we, hath safely fought to day.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband.

Superfluous branches we lop away, that bearing boughs may live. Richard II, Act iii, Scene 4

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE: Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK: O, stay but till then! BEATRICE: 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now.

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, brief as the lightning in the collied night, that, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, and ere a man hath power to say, — Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: so quick bright things come to confusion.

Still be kind, and eke out our performance with your mind.