William Shakespeare Quotes
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I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
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Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep.
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Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours Between our after-supper and bedtime?
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This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!
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The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.
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Headstrong liberty is lashed with woe.
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A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.
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Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.
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And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.
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Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.
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where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
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Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
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Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
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Pardon's the word to all.
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Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
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O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
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A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.
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Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
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The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
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It may do good; pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.
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Give me to drink mandragora.
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Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.
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What must be shall be.
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Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.