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| What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god -- the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! | | Action; Animals | |
| What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! | | Uncategorized | |
What act
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? | | Uncategorized | |
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| What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs? | | Uncategorized | |
| What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide | | Fate | |
| What have we here? A man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish: a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John | | Uncategorized | |
| What he hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit | | Men | |
| What is past is prologue. | | Past | |
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| What is wedlock forced but a hell, an age of discord and continual strife? Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss and is a pattern of celestial peace | | Uncategorized | |
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend? | | Uncategorized | |
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| What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder | | Fate; Fear; Lies | |
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| What should such fellows as I do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us. | | Uncategorized | |
