William Shakespeare Quotes
-
After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
-
Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.
-
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
-
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
-
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
-
This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.
-
You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them.
-
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
-
However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.
-
We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.
-
[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
-
To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
-
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
-
He that dies pays all debts.
-
Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
-
For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.
-
While we lie tumbling in the hay.
-
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.
-
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star.
-
I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book! William Shakespeare
-
Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
-
O, full of scorpions is my mind!
-
I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
-
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge And make us heirs of all eternity.