William Shakespeare Quotes
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Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.
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The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
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A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!
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In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.
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Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry
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Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
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Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
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When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
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Thou art a Castilian King urinal!
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To whom God will, there be the victory.
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He makes a July's day short as December.
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He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
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I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
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Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.
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In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.
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The thing of courage As rous'd with rage doth sympathise, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Retorts to chiding fortune.
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Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts.
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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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We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
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O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
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My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except.
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But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
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Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
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Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.