William Shakespeare Quotes
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We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
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He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
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Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
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Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
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After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
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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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I have not slept one wink.
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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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This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.
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Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
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But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.
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So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenced in stronds afar remote.
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My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.
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O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -
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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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And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.
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The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
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What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.
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There's small choice in rotten apples.
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No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
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The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
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Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.
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If you shall marry, You give away this hand, and this is mine; You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine; You give away myself, which is known mine; For I by vow am so embodied yours That she which marries you must marry me-- Either both or none.
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Fill all thy bones with aches.