William Shakespeare Quotes
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Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.
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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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I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . .
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I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.
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I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.
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What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.
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Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world.
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We see which way the stream of time doth run.
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Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
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The best is yet to come.
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Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.
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I am that merry wanderer of the night.
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The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation.
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Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
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a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.
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These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.
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With love's light wings did I o'er–perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out.
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Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
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Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
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Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate.
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I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
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Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
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Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
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The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.