William Shakespeare Quotes
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Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!
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How poor are they that have have not patients.
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April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
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My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.
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Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars That make ambition virtue.
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I love him for his sake; And yet I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him That they take place when virtue's steely bones Looks bleak i' th' cold wind; withal, full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
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Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
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Methinks a father Is at the nuptial of his son a guest That best becomes the table.
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Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.
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I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.
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Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
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Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
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The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it.
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False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
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O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven
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Presume not that I am the thing I was.
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And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.
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Give me to drink mandragora.
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Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!
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I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply to wive and thrive as best I may.
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If your mind dislike anything obey it
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It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
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Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him.
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Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.