William Shakespeare Quotes
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More matter with less art.
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Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.
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For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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LEONATO Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.
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My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
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Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator.
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When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport, But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.
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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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God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.
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Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
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Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.
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This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.
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Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
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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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I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.
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Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell. O! keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man’s eye may behold my body: Do this, and be a charitable murderer. Tam: So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. Dem: Away! for thou hast stay’d us here too long. Lav: No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly creature, The blot and enemy to our general name. Confusion fall—
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Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.
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Who are the violets now That strew the lap of the new-come spring?
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O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for recompense, More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
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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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Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever
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Use almost can change the stamp of nature.
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If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
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O, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried from thee, dear, and my true lip Hath virgined it e'er since.