William Shakespeare Quotes
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There's small choice in rotten apples.
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After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
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Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.
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The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
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Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.
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One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
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Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
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Fill all thy bones with aches.
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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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To persevere In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief.
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The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
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Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.
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Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund
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If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.
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With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.
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Self – love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self – neglecting.
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So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenced in stronds afar remote.
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Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
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For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.
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Thus weary of the world, away she hies, And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid Their mistress mounted through the empty skies In her light chariot quickly is convey'd; Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen Means to immure herself and not be seen.
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But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.
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No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
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Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.