William Shakespeare Quotes
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What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
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They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
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Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
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Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.
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The rain, it raineth every day.
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Making night hideous.
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Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?
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Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
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Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
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Comets importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky And with them scourge the bad revolting stars.
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For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away
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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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Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.
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Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
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There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.
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Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight
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Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
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Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.
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Anger's my meat. I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.
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Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.
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The best is yet to come.
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Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?
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In love the heavens themselves do guide the state; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.