William Shakespeare Quotes
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O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!
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I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
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Is she not passing fair?
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Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.
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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 as it was before.
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This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.
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Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.
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The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.
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Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time.
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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.
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Self – love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self – neglecting.
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I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
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A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.
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You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
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This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
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The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
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We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
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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!
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When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.
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Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.
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Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
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Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
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It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.
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Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.