William Shakespeare Quotes
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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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God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
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The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.
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And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.
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O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
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Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.
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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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Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
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Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!
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Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)
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Good reasons must of force give place to better.
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The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
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Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.
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He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
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If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
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Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
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The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
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We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
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Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
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The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions; his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing.
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Nature's tears are reason's merriment.
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This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.
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I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.
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They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.