William Shakespeare Quotes
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The prize of all too precious you.
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Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
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Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
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O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
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There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
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If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.
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Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
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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.
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I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.
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O for a horse with wings!
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He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.
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Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.
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A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
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O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.
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No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
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If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.
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Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
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But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.
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Where I could not be honest, I never yet was valiant.
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
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Gently to hear, kindly to judge.
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Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
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I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
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Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.