William Shakespeare Quotes
-
Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.
-
The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
-
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.
-
Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands, But more when envy breeds unkind division: There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.
-
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
-
Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, And think perchance they'll sell; if not, The lustre of the better yet to show Shall show the better.
-
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
-
Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn.
-
All furnished, all in arms; All plum'd like estridges that with the wind Bated like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats like images; As full of spirit as the month of May And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
-
Give me to drink mandragora.
-
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
-
There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.
-
If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not.
-
Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.
-
If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
-
Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying med'cine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science Than I have in this ring.
-
Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away.
-
Gold were as good as twenty orators.
-
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
-
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
-
To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes
-
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!
-
What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?
-
And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.