William Shakespeare Quotes
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Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
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For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
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My heart is ever at your service.
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Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!
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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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I doubt not then but innocence shall makeFalse accusation blush, and tyrannyTremble at patience.
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Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
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You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.
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She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
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Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him misinterpret me-- Have stooped my neck under your injuries And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment, Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods, From my own windows torn my household coat, Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign, Save men's opinions and my living blood, To show the world I am a gentleman.
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Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow.
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An overflow of good converts to bad.
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That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.
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Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
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O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)
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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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Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
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A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm
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I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.
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Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe
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Be to yourself as you would to your friend.
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Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection, Figures pedantical--these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation.
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Thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, With ravishing division, to her lute.
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We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.