William Shakespeare Quotes
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To do a great right do a little wrong.
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Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
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And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
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Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.
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The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
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The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
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A very honest woman but something given to lie
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Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
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Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
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Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
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Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.
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Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
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By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
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This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
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O, the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
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And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
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Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
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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 was ever precise in promise-keeping.
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The patient must minister to himself
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God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.
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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.
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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
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Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.