“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.” ― William Shakespeare
“Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.” ― William Shakespeare
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.” ― William Shakespeare
“Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.” ― William Shakespeare
“Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.” ― William Shakespeare
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.” ― William Shakespeare
“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” ― William Shakespear
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” ― William Shakespeare
“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.” ― William Shakespeare
“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.” ― William Shakespeare
“If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical.” ― William Shakespeare
“When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.” ― William Shakespeare
“We know what we are, but not what we may be.” ― William Shakespeare
“All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.” ― William Shakespeare
“You speak an infinite deal of nothing.” ― William Shakespeare
“Words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find.” ― William Shakespeare
“These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.” ― William Shakespeare
“Though she be but little, she is fierce!” ― William Shakespeare
“Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.” ― William Shakespeare
“To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd!” ― William Shakespeare
“My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.” ― William Shakespeare
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.” ― William Shakespeare
“By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.” ― William Shakespeare
“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.” ― William Shakespeare
“The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood, O cross! too high to be enthrall’d to low. Or else misgraffed in respect of years, O spite! too old to be engag’d to young. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends, O hell! to choose love by another’s eye.” ― William Shakespeare
“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.” ― William Shakespeare
“Lord, what fools these mortals be!” ― William Shakespeare
“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.” ― William Shakespeare
“My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.” ― William Shakespeare
“Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.” ― William Shakespeare
“thus with a kiss I die” ― William Shakespeare
“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” ― William Shakespeare
“Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.” ― William Shakespeare
“O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.” ― William Shakespeare
“To die, - To sleep, - To sleep! Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life;” ― William Shakespeare
“Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!” ― William Shakespeare
“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.” ― William Shakespeare
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring barque, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.” ― William Shakespeare
“Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.” ― William Shakespeare
“All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.” ― William Shakespeare
“Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.” ― William Shakespeare
“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey nonny, nonny. Sing no more ditties, sing no more Of dumps so dull and heavy. The fraud of men was ever so Since summer first was leafy. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey, nonny, nonny.” ― William Shakespeare
“Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.” ― William Shakespeare
“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.” ― William Shakespeare
“Expectation is the root of all heartache.” ― William Shakespeare
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd: And every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd; By thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.” ― William Shakespeare
“Brevity is the soul of wit.” ― William Shakespeare
“For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.” ― William Shakespeare
“Listen to many, speak to a few.” ― William Shakespeare
“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.” ― William Shakespeare
“Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.” ― William Shakespeare
“Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is!” ― William Shakespeare
“Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.” ― William Shakespeare
“One may smile, and smile, and be a villain; at least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark.” ― William Shakespeare
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.” ― William Shakespeare
“Conscience doth make cowards of us all.” ― William Shakespeare
“The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.” ― William Shakespeare
“They do not love that do not show their love.” ― William Shakespeare
“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.” ― William Shakespeare
“I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.” ― William Shakespeare
“The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.” ― William Shakespeare
“Presume not that I am the thing I was; For God doth know, so shall the world perceive, That I have turn'd away my former self; So will I those that kept me company.” ― William Shakespeare
“I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.” ― William Shakespeare
“Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.” ― William Shakespeare
“What's done cannot be undone.” ― William Shakespeare
“Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of doom.” ― William Shakespeare
“In time we hate that which we often fear.” ― William Shakespeare
“Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.” ― William Shakespeare
“Et tu, Brute?” ― William Shakespeare
“What's past is prologue.” ― William Shakespeare
“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.” ― William Shakespeare
“I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.” ― William Shakespeare
“And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.” ― William Shakespeare
“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.” ― Shakespeare William Shakespeare
“What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.” ― William Shakespeare
“Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.” ― William Shakespeare
“Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? SAMPSON [Aside to Gregory]: Is the law of our side, if I say ay? GREGORY [Aside to Sampson]: No. SAMPSON: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.” ― William Shakespeare
“O teach me how I should forget to think” ― William Shakespeare
“Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. ” ― William Shakespeare
“If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Romeo: O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Juliet: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Romeo: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Romeo: Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. Juliet: You kiss by the book.” ― William Shakespeare
“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.” ― Shakespeare
“Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.” ― William Shakespeare
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.” ― William Shakespeare
“O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damned saint, an honourable villain! O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell; When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace!” ― William Shakespeare
“Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.” ― William Shakespeare
“When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.” ― William Shakespeare
“Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.” ― William Shakespeare
“When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!” ― William Shakespeare
“Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?” ― William Shakespeare
“I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?” ― William Shakespeare
“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Your fate awaits you. Accept it in body and spirit. To get used to the life you'll most likely be leading soon, get rid of your low-class trappings.” ― William Shakespeare
“Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night...” ― William Shakespeare
“He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off! It is my lady. Oh, it is my love. Oh, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses. I will answer it.— I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!” ― William Shakespeare
“God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.” ― Shakespeare
“My soul is in the sky.” ― William Shakespeare
“I am not bound to please thee with my answers.” ― William Shakespeare
“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!” ― William Shakespeare
“If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.” ― William Shakespeare
“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!” ― William Shakespeare
“Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.” ― William Shakespeare
“Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.” ― William Shakespeare
“If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?” ― William Shakespeare
“Sweets to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave.” ― William Shakespeare
“For she had eyes and chose me.” ― William Shakespeare
“What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.” ― William Shakespeare
“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.” ― William Shakespeare
“Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.” ― William Shakespeare
“If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor! what care I What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.” ― William Shakespeare
“The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!” ― William Shakespeare
“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.” ― William Shakespeare
“Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.” ― William Shakespeare
“Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream” ― William Shakespeare
“I defy you, stars.” ― William Shakespeare
“So wise so young, they say, do never live long.” ― William Shakespeare
“Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.” ― William Shakespeare
“Women may fall when there's no strength in men. ― William Shakespeare
“I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.” ― William Shakespeare
“If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.” ― William Shakespeare
“All's well that ends well.” ― William Shakespeare
“For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?” ― William Shakespeare
“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” ― William Shakespeare
“A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once. It seems to me most strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.” ― William Shakespeare
“What piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, 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. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?” ― William Shakespeare
“From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.” ― William Shakespeare
“He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.” ― William Shakespeare
“Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.” ― William Shakespeare
“Be great in act, as you have been in thought.” ― William Shakespeare
“Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.” ― William Shakespeare
“Men in rage strike those that wish them best.” ― William Shakespeare
“Words, words, words.” ― William Shakespeare
“Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!” ― William Shakespeare
“I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?... 'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do: Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself? Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile? I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine? To outface me with leaping in her grave? Be buried quick with her, and so will I: And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.” ― William Shakespeare
“When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.” ― William Shakespeare
“I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.” ― William Shakespeare
“There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game.)” ― William Shakespeare
“Exit, pursued by a bear.” ― William Shakespeare
“False face must hide what the false heart doth know.” ― William Shakespeare
“O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!” ― William Shakespeare
“My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.” ― William Shakespeare
“Oh, I am fortune's fool!” ― William Shakespeare
“O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!” ― William Shakespeare
“I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.” ― William Shakespeare
“There was a star danced, and under that was I born.” ― William Shakespeare
“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him; The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones, So let it be with Caesar ... The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answered it ... Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all; all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral ... He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man…. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason…. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me” ― William Shakespeare
“The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.” ― William Shakespeare
“I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.” ― William Shakespeare
“Love comforeth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun. Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain; Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done. Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.” ― William Shakespeare
“Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.” ― William Shakespeare
“A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.” ― William Shakespeare
“He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.” ― William Shakespeare
“Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.” ― William Shakespeare
“Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.” ― Willam Shakesphere
“And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.” ― William Shakespeare
“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: 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
“So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.” ― William Shakespeare
“As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods. They kill us for their sport.” ― William Shakespeare
“Of all the wonders that I have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. ― William Shakespeare
“Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.” ― William Shakespeare
“Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won” ― William Shakespeare
“Under love’s heavy burden do I sink. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.” ― William Shakespeare
“I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.” ― William Shakespeare
“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours.” ― William Shakespeare
“Thine face is not worth sunburning.” ― William Shakespeare
“Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?” ― William Shakespeare
“I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none” ― William Shakespeare
“Beware the ides of March.” ― William Shakespeare
“There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.” ― William Shakespeare
“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.” ― William Shakespeare
“in black ink my love may still shine bright.” ― William Shakespeare
“Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.” ― William Shakespeare
“You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.” ― William Shakespeare
“Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.” ― William Shakespeare
“This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune (often the surfeits of our own behavior) we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star! My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough and lecherous. I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.” ― William Shakespeare
“O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?” ― William Shakespeare
“Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.” ― William Shakespeare
“No legacy is so rich as honesty.” ― William Shakespeare
“Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.” ― William Shakespeare
“The prince of darkness is a gentleman!” ― William Shakespeare
“All things are ready, if our mind be so.” ― William Shakespeare
“A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.” ― William Shakespeare
“To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.” ― William Shakespeare
“Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,— For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble.” ― William Shakespeare
“I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.” ― William Shakespeare
“The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.” ― William Shakespeare
“Thou mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!” ― William Shakespeare
“love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit” ― William Shakespeare
“The rest, is silence.” ― William Shakespeare
“Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.” ― William Shakespeare
“Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.” ― William Shakespeare
“The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes The thronèd monarch better than his crown. His scepter shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings, But mercy is above this sceptered sway. It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings. It is an attribute to God himself. And earthly power doth then show likest God’s When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this- That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea, Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there.” ― William Shakespeare
“O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.” ― William Shakespeare
“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.” ― William Shakespeare
“Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.” ― William Shakespeare
“I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.” ― William Shakespeare
“a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief” ― William Shakespeare
“Who is it that can tell me who I am?” ― William Shakespeare
“Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.” ― William Shakespeare
“Reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit and lost without deserving. You have lost no reputation at all unless you repute yourself such a loser.” ― William Shakespeare
“This royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear’d by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world’s ransom, blessed Mary’s Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death!” ― William Shakespeare
“This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. 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! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?” ― William Shakespeare
“Love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. *Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*” ― William Shakespeare
“Like madness is the glory of this life.” ― Shakespeare
“O, full of scorpions is my mind!” ― William Shakespeare
“Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top full Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry "Hold, hold!” ― William Shakespeare
“And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.” ― William Shakespeare
“For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.” ― William Shakespeare
“The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.” ― William Shakespeare
“turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun.” ― William Shakespeare
“The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.” ― Shakespeare
“Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.” ― William Shakespeare
“All causes shall give way: I am in blood Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o’er.” ― William Shakespeare
“Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.” ― Shakespeare
“Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.” ― William Shakespeare
“The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.” ― William Shakespeare
“Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.” ― William Shakespeare
“Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.” ― William Shakespeare
“This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.” ― William Shakespeare
“Now I will believe that there are unicorns...” ― William Shakespeare
“Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.” ― William Shakespeare
“Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.” ― William Shakespeare
“Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues.” ― William Shakespeare
“There's small choice in rotten apples.” ― William Shakespeare
“But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.” ― William Shakespeare
“Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.” ― William Shakespeare
“Thought is free.” ― William Shakespeare
“Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.” ― William Shakespeare
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” ― William Shakespeare
“Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.” ― William Shakespeare
“Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.” ― Willilam Shakespeare
“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. ” ― William Shakespeare
“For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been deposed; some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!” ― William Shakespeare
“For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.” ― William Shakespeare
“it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance” ― William Shakespeare
“My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.” ― William Shakespeare
“Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.” ― William Shakespeare
“Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose thy light. Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die.” ― William Shakespeare
“Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss: Ah! do not, when my heart hath ‘scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquered woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come: so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune’s might; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.” ― William Shakespeare
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English. Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!” ― William Shakespeare
“No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here;” ― William Shakespeare
“If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it.” ― William Shakespeare
“Out, damned spot! out, I say!—One, two; why, then ‘tis time to do’t.—Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him? The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?—What, will these hands ne’er be clean?—No more o’that, my lord, no more o’that: you mar all with this starting. Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!” ― William Shakespeare
“O, brave new world that has such people in't!” ― William Shakespeare
“Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. BENEDICK Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. BEATRICE I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me: if it had been painful, I would not have come. BENEDICK You take pleasure then in the message? BEATRICE Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point ... You have no stomach, signior: fare you well. Exit BENEDICK Ha! 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner;' there's a double meaning in that...” ― William Shakespeare
“What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?” ― William Shakespeare
“I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.” ― William Shakespeare
“His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!” ― William Shakespeare
“Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.” ― William Shakespeare
“And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.” ― William Shakespeare
“You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.” ― William Shakespeare
“I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us.” ― William Shakespeare
“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, Find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.” ― William Shakespeare
“Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.” ― William Shakespeare
“Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!” ― William Shakespeare
“Thou art a very ragged Wart.” ― William Shakespeare
“When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. a” ― William Shakespeare
“I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was--there is no man can tell what. Methought I was,--and methought I had,--but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom...” ― William Shakespeare
“What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?” ― William Shakespeare
“So fair and foul a day I have not seen.” ― William Shakespeare
“And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.” ― William Shakespeare
“Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.” ― William Shakespeare
“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a most select and generous chief in that.” ― William Shakespeare
“The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.” ― William Shakespeare
“Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?” ― William Shakespeare
“I say, there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.” ― William Shakespeare
“When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. ” ― William Shakespeare
“How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.” ― William Shakespeare
“A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.” ― William Shakespeare
“Love me!... Why?” ― William Shakespeare
“And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.” ― William Shakespeare
“I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.” ― William Shakespeare
“The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.” ― William Shakespeare
“For you, in my respect, are all the world. Then how can it be said I am alone When all the world is here to look on me?” ― William Shakespeare
“Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.” ― William Shakespeare
“She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used.” ― William Shakespeare
“Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.” ― William Shakespeare
“Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions: but we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts, whereof I take this that you call love to be a sect or scion.” ― William Shakespeare
“O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -” ― William Shakespeare
“I would not wish Any companion in the world but you, Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of.” ― William Shakespeare
“No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage...” ― William Shakespeare
“Take pains. Be perfect.” ― William Shakespeare
“One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessened by another's anguish.” ― William Shakespeare
“Men should be what they seem.” ― William Shakespeare
“Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.” ― Wiliam Shakespeare
“True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.” ― William Shakespeare
“The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?” ― William Shakespeare
“Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know. ” ― William Shakespeare
“To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs,dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.” ― William Shakespeare
“Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone.” ― William Shakespeare
“How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?” ― William Shakespeare
“No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon.” ― William Shakespeare
“If I be waspish, best beware my sting.” ― William Shakespeare
“Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.” ― William Shakespeare
“How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Iago” ― William Shakespeare
“One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.” ― William Shakespeare
“Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!” ― William Shakespeare
“Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.” ― William Shakespeare
“Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)” ― William Shakespeare
“I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.” ― William Shakespeare