William Shakespeare Quotes
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There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
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To offend and judge are distinct offices, And of opposed natures.
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I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much How to forget that learning; but, sir, now It did me yeoman's service.
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Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.
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Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.
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Faults that are rich are fair.
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What must be shall be.
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May never glorious sun reflex his beams Upon the country where you make abode! But darkness and the gloomy shade of death Environ you till mischief and despair Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves.
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It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.
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So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.
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Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity.
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Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens yet unset, With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers, Much liker than your painted counterfeit: So should the lines of life that life repair Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen Neither in inward worth nor outward fair Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
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Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
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A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.
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For grief is crowned with consolation.
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What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
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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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Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
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Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
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The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to.
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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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The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, th' unguided days And rotten times that you shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
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Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
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But I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted dangerous folly.