William Shakespeare Quotes
-
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.
-
I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd, Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree, And that would set my teeth nothing an edge, Nothing so much, as mincing Poetrie.
-
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!
-
The patient must minister to himself
-
There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.
-
Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.
-
One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.
-
To do a great right do a little wrong.
-
Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
-
A very honest woman but something given to lie
-
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
-
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
-
I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.
-
I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.
-
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.
-
Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.
-
The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
-
You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.
-
Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction.
-
But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
-
Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.
-
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts?
-
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
-
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.