William Shakespeare Quotes
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Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.
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Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time
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Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
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To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.
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The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
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Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
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Our jovial star reigned at his birth.
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Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
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A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.
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A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.
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I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
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The time of universal peace is near. Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nooked world Shall bear the olive freely.
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Extreme fear can neither fight nor fly.
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Knavery's plain face is never seen till used.
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I doubt not then but innocence shall makeFalse accusation blush, and tyrannyTremble at patience.
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Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.
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Contention, like a horse, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him.
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Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
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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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For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
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So quick bright things come to confusion.
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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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Thanks to men Of noble minds, is honorable meed.