William Shakespeare Quotes
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Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.
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For now I stand as one upon a rock environed with a wilderness of sea, who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, expecting ever when some envious surge will in his brinish bowels swallow him.
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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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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.
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He that dies pays all debts.
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The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo; And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
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Thou art a Castilian King urinal!
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Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
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Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
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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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In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.
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No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
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There's such divinity doth hedge a king That treason can but peep to what it would.
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The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure; but modest doubt is called The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To th' bottom of the worst.
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A scar nobly got is a good livery of honor.
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This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
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Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
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Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
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He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
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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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Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
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Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.
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The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.
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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.