William Shakespeare Quotes
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O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.
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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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We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.
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Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.
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The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
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And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
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Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
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Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
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It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.
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A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .
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Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
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God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
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Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
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The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
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Use almost can change the stamp of nature.
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When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.
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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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But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.
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I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
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My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
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What e'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time.
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For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
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Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.