William Shakespeare Quotes
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Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
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QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.
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Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.
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Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
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I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
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Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.
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He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
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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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My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
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Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
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Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
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Nature's tears are reason's merriment.
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And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
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Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
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Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.
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We see which way the stream of time doth run.
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Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.
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Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
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Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.
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Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God, My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
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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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'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.
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For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all
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When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.