William Shakespeare Quotes
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And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.
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The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred And know some nurture.
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Where the greater malady is fixed, The lesser is scarce felt.
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The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
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One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
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In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
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You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them.
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You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.
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So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
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A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon, — for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.
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Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.
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Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.
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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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Now I will believe that there are unicorns.
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What else may hap, to time I will commit.
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It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.
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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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Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
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Is she not passing fair?
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Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?
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For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.
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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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With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.
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To persevere In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief.