William Shakespeare Quotes
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So doth the greater glory dim the less: A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by.
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They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
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If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
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Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
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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?
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Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief
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Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.
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And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.
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Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.
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Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice.
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In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.
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Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
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Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.
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Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
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To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.
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My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
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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.
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Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
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Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies!
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho sing, heigh-ho unto the green holly Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then heigh-ho the holly This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend rememberd not.
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Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion.
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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.
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A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!
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Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.