William Shakespeare Quotes
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All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.
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Gold were as good as twenty orators.
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Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks
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Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
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Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.
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The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
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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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My endeavors Have ever come too short of my desires. Yet filed with my abilities.
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Our holy lives must win a new world's crown.
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Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.
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Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle; I am no traitor's uncle, and that word "grace" In an ungracious mouth is but profane.
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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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But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.
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Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow.
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I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.
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What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
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Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!
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Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity.
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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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Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale.
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I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.
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Juliet is the east and i am the sun.
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This is some fellow, Who having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness and constrains the garb Quite from his nature: he can't flatter, he! An honest mind and plain,--he must speak truth! And they will take it so; if not he's plain. These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness Harbor more craft, and far corrupter ends, Than twenty silly, ducking observants, That stretch their duty nicely.
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Venus smiles not in a house of tears.