William Shakespeare Quotes
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To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
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A scar nobly got is a good livery of honor.
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[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
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No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
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Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
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I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.
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It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.
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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.
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For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.
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A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
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O, full of scorpions is my mind!
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ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing - GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord? HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!
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This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
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O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
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Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
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Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
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O, the difference of man and man! To thee a woman's services are due.
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He that dies pays all debts.
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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!
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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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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.
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You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them.
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Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency?
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While we lie tumbling in the hay.