William Shakespeare Quotes
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
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He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
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Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
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I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
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Mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust.
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Now the time is come, That France must veil her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap.
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Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.
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There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.
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The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
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Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!
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Our jovial star reigned at his birth.
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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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Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
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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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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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Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
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Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
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There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
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O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.
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The rain, it raineth every day.
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O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
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It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.
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Sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue.
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Leave us to our free election.