William Shakespeare Quotes
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'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
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Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
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His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.
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The truest poetry is the most feigning.
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I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.
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Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
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Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
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What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.
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My endeavors Have ever come too short of my desires. Yet filed with my abilities.
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Leave us to our free election.
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Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!
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How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
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How low am I, thou painted maypole?
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I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
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And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.
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For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.
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All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift.
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The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible.
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Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
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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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Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.
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The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.
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What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
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So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.