William Shakespeare Quotes
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In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.
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You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.
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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
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That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
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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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Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
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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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O, the difference of man and man! To thee a woman's services are due.
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To whom God will, there be the victory.
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Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.
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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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We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
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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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Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
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Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.
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O, full of scorpions is my mind!
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Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.
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For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg.
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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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How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!
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The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.
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But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
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Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!