William Shakespeare Quotes
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At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.
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God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
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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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Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
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If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' th' shell.
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Give me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all unkindness.
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And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
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Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
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Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
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The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
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Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.
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Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
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Self – love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self – neglecting.
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Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
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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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Our very eyes Are sometimes, like our judgments, blind.
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As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.
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In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
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How can tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance.
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However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.
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Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
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Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
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My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except.
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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.