William Shakespeare Quotes
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Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.
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Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?
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Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
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Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.
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What a deformed thief this fashion is.
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Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Let them not live to taste this land's increase That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Now civil wounds are stopped, peace lives again: That she may long live here, God say amen!
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Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.
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Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon: Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect. Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Can buy this unprized precious maid of me. Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind: Thou losest here, a better where to find.
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Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.
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Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
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He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.
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If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
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The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
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Brevity is the soul of wit.
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Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.
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The cheek Is apter than the tongue to tell an errand.
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We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
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Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.
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Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.
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Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.