William Shakespeare Quotes
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And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.
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For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
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Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?
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DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.
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Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!
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What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.
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O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?
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To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.
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If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
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Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.
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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.
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Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.
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Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
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If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
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I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
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I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best.
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My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.
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But now behold, In the quick forge and working-house of thought, How London doth pour out her citizens!
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Make not your thoughts your prisons.
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They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad