ᐅ111+ Famous Shakespeare Quotes on Life, Love and Death

“To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.” ― William Shakespeare

“Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.” ― Shakespear,

“When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, And darkly bright are bright in dark directed. Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, How would thy shadow's form form happy show To the clear day with thy much clearer light, When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made By looking on thee in the living day, When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay! All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.” ― William Shakespeare

“Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out.” ― William Shakespeare

“You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.” ― William Shakespeare

“Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.” ― William Shakespeare

“Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.” ― William Shakespeare

“Truth is truth to the end of reckoning. ” ― William Shakespeare

“Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!” ― William Shakespeare

“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?” ― William Shakespeare

“He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.” ― William Shakespeare

“But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them." Viola: "Thy reason, man?" Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.” ― William Shakespeare

“Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out! Adieu my lord, I have a speech of fire that fane would blaze, But that this folly doubts it.” ― William Shakespeare

“O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!” ― William Shakespeare

“Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, And all their ministers attend on him.” ― William Shakespeare

“Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.” ― William Shakespeare

“A plague on both your houses.” ― William Shakespeare

“Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.” ― William Shakespeare

“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.” ― William Shakespeare

“Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.” ― William Shakespeare

“She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.” ― William Shakespeare

“It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.” ― William Shakespeare

“This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.” ― William Shakespeare

“If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.” ― William Shakespeare

“O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.” ― William Shakespeare

“Foul words is but foul wind and foul wind is but foul breath and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.” ― William Shakespeare

“Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? AARON. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Even now I curse the day- and yet, I think, Few come within the compass of my curse- Wherein I did not some notorious ill; As kill a man, or else devise his death; Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it; Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself; Set deadly enmity between two friends; Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night, And bid the owners quench them with their tears. Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, And set them upright at their dear friends' door Even when their sorrows almost was forgot, And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Have with my knife carved in Roman letters 'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.' Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things As willingly as one would kill a fly; And nothing grieves me heartily indeed But that I cannot do ten thousand more.” ― William Shakespeare

“He kills her in her own humor.” ― Shakespeare

“death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveler returns,” ― William Shakespeare

“Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.” ― William Shakespeare

“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

“Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these.” ― William Shakespeare

“Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.” ― William Shakespeare

“Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops: I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Jul. Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I: It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua: Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone, Rom. Let me be ta'en,, let me be put to death; I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye, 'T is but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads: I have more care to stay than will to go: Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so, How is't my soul? let's talk; it is not day. Jul. It is, it is; hie hence, be gone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us: Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes; O! now I would they had changed voices too, Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunt's up to the day. O! now be gone; more light and light it grows. Rom. More light and light; more dark and dark our woes.” ― William Shakespeare

“Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. For if you love me I will always be in your heart; if you hate me I will always be in your mind.” ― William Shakespeare

“A most mechanical and dirty hand. I shall have such revenges on you...both. The things I will do, what they are, yet I know not. But they will be the terrors of the earth” ― shakespeare

“Is he not approved in the height a villain that hath slandered, scorned, dishonored my kinswoman? O that I were a man! What, bear her in hand until they come to take hands, and then, with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour - O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place.” ― William Shakespeare

“Keep time! How sour-sweet music is when time is broken and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives? I wasted time and now doth time waste me.” ― William Shakespeare

“But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies...” ― William Shakespeare

“O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!” ― William Shakespeare

“Happy are those who hear their detractions and can put them to mending.” ― William Shakespere

“Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.” ― William Shakespeare

“I have Immortal longings in me.” ― William Shakespeare

“Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because it was night?” ― William Shakespeare

“He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.” ― William Shakespeare

“I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that 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 vapors. What a 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? Man delights not me—no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.” ― William Shakespeare

“Alas, the frailty is to blame, not we For such as we are made of, such we be” ― William Shakespeare

“You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!” ― William Shakespeare

“My drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire.” ― William Shakespeare

“Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!” ― William Shakespeare

“My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.” ― William Shakespeare

“When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?” ― William Shakespeare

“My Oberon, what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamored of an ass.” ― William Shakespeare

“I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.” ― William Shakespeare

“Therein lies the rub.” ― William Shakespeare

“William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564 – died 23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon" (or simply "The Bard"). His surviving works consist of 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language, and are performed more often than those of any other playwright. Shakespeare was born and raised in Stratford-upon-Avon. At the age of 18 he married Anne Hathaway, who bore him three children: Susanna, and twins Hamnet and Judith. Between 1585 and 1592 he began a successful career in London as an actor, writer, and part owner of the playing company the Lord Chamberlain's Men, later known as the King's Men. He appears to have retired to Stratford around 1613, where he died three years later. Few records of Shakespeare's private life survive, and there has been considerable speculation about such matters as his sexuality, religious beliefs, and whether the works attributed to him were written by others. Shakespeare produced most of his known work between 1590 and 1613. His early plays were mainly comedies and histories, genres he raised to the peak of sophistication and artistry by the end of the sixteenth century. Next he wrote mainly tragedies until about 1608, including Hamlet, King Lear, and Macbeth, considered some of the finest examples in the English language. In his last phase, he wrote tragicomedies, also known as romances, and collaborated with other playwrights. Many of his plays were published in editions of varying quality and accuracy during his lifetime, and in 1623 two of his former theatrical colleagues published the First Folio, a collected edition of his dramatic works that included all but two of the plays now recognised as Shakespeare's. Shakespeare was a respected poet and playwright in his own day, but his reputation did not rise to its present heights until the nineteenth century. The Romantics, in particular, acclaimed Shakespeare's genius, and the Victorians hero-worshipped Shakespeare with a reverence that George Bernard Shaw called "bardolatry". In the twentieth century, his work was repeatedly adopted and rediscovered by new movements in scholarship and performance. His plays remain highly popular today and are consistently performed and reinterpreted in diverse cultural and political contexts throughout the world. Source: Wikipedia” ― William Shakespeare

“Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.” ― William Shakespeare

“Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.” ― William Shakespeare

“If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, 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.” ― William Shakespeare

“We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.” ― William Shakespeare

“I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.” ― William Shakespeare

“Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.” ― William Shakespeare

“O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.” ― William Shakespeare

“He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.” ― William Shakespeare

“I will make thee think thy swan a crow.” ― William Shakespeare

“You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.” ― William Shakespeare

“By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death: I'll ne'er bear a base mind: an 't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: no man's too good to serve's prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.” ― William Shakespeare

“I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!” ― William Shakespeare

“If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.” ― William Shakespeare

“I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.” ― William Shakespeare

“This now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world; now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.” ― William Shakespeare

“Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.” ― William Shakespeare

“Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.” ― William Shakespeare

“A thousand times good night. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.” ― William Shakespeare

“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” ― William Shakespeare

“Let every man be master of his time.” ― William Shakespeare

“Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?” ― William Shakespeare

“I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.” ― William Shakespeare

“This too shall pass” ― William Shakespeare

“Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.” ― William Shakespeare

“O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!” ― William Shakespeare

“Mine honor is my life; both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done.” ― William Shakespeare

“It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns isn't.” ― William Shakespeare

“No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en. In brief, sir, study what you most affect.” ― William Shakespeare

“Though those that are betrayed Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe” ― William Shakespeare

“I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.” ― William Shakespeare

“So quick bright things come to confusion.” ― William Shakespeare

“Make me a willow cabin at your gate And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Hallo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out "Olivia!" O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth But you should pity me” ― William Shakespeare

“Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,” ― William Shakespeare

“whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm. yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.” ― William Shakespeare

“Go girl, seek happy nights to happy days” ― William Shakespeare

“Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.” ― William Shakespeare

“As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart; So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite, And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, O'ercharg'd with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast; Who plead for love, and look for recompense, More than that tongue that more hath more express'd. O, learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.” ― William Shakespeare

“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gauds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. The present eye praises the present object.” ― William Shakespeare

“If your mind dislike anything obey it” ― William Shakespeare

“The moon shines bright: in such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise, in such a night, Troilus methinks mounted the Troyan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.” ― William Shakespeare

“Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.” ― William Shakespeare

“What a 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? Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seem to say so.” ― William Shakespeare

“In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.” ― William Shakespeare

“Screw your courage to the sticking place and we will not fail.” ― William Shakespeare

“Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.” ― William Shakespeare

“Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.” ― William Shakespeare

“Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!” ― William Shakespeare

“The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.” ― William Shakespeare

“Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.” ― William Shakespeare

“He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.” ― William Shakespeare

“For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all” ― William Shakespeare

“I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.” ― William Shakespeare

“But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.” ― William Shakespeare

“Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.” ― William Shakespeare

“Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.” ― William Shakespeare

“Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.” ― William Shakespeare

“Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.” ― William Shakespeare

“Love is holy.” ― William Shakespeare

“Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.” ― William Shakespeare

“That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)” ― Shakespeare

“He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him. ” ― William Shakespeare

“When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. (Ophelia)” ― William Shakespeare

“How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in it!” ― William Shakespeare

“Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.” ― William Shakespeare

“La unión de dos almas sinceras no admite impedimentos. No es amor el amor que se transforma con el cambio, o se aleja con la distancia. ¡Oh, no! Es un faro siempre firme, que desafía a las tempestades sin estremecerse. Es la estrella para el navio a la deriva, de valor incalculable, aunque se mída su altura. No es amor bufón del tiempo, aunque los rosados labios y mejillas caigan bajo el golpe de su guadaña. El amor no se altera con sus breves horas y semanas, sino que se afianza incluso hasta en el borde del abismo. Sí estoy equivocado y se demuestra, yo nunca nada escribí, y nadie jamás amó.” ― William Shakespeare

“One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.” ― William Shakespeare

“Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.” ― William Shakespeare

“All is fair in love and war” ― William Shakespeare

“Speak low if you speak love.” ― William Shakespeare

“O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !” ― William Shakespeare

“Blind is his love and best befits the dark- Benvolio” ― William Shakespeare

“Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.” ― William Shakespeare

“What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.” ― William Shakespeare

“O, it is excellent To have a giant's strenght, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.” ― William Shakespeare

“How Low am I, thou painted Maypole? Speak: How Low am I? I am not yet so Low But that my Nails can reach unto thine Eyes” ― William Shakespeare

“Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!” ― William Shakespeare

“I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth” ― William Shakespeare

“When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner” ― William Shakespeare

“Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?” ― William Shakespeare

“Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)” ― William Shakespeare

“His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.” ― William Shakespeare

“Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.” ― William Shakespeare

“Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.” ― William Shakespeare

“And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.” ― William Shakespeare

“I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.” ― William Shakespeare

“Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.” ― William Shakespeare

“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

“Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose it from their bond, And so, by hoping more, they have but less; Or, gaining more, the profit of excess Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.” ― William Shakespeare

“Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth” ― William Shakespeare

“Let life be short, else shame will be too long.” ― Shakespeare

“The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die” ― William Shakespeare

“A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!” ― William Shakespeare

“I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.” ― William Shakespeare

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