William Shakespeare Quotes
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Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
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Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts?
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And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
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Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?
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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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This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!
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Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
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In love the heavens themselves do guide the state; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.
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The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.
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All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown. Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
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The morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness.
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The head is not more native to the heart.
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Who can control his fate?
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Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow.
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Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.
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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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Weep I cannot; But my heart bleeds.
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My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
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There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines: — there 's rue for you; and here's some for me: — we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays: — you may wear your rue with a difference. — There's a daisy: — I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died: — They say, he made a good end.
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Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
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It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance
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Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.
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All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.
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Mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust.