William Shakespeare Quotes
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The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.
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Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
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I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand As is a man were author of himself And knew no other kin.
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I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
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We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail.
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That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away.
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O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
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Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away.
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It is the disease of not listening...... that I am troubled with.
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Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
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How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.
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I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.
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A very scurvy fellow.
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Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
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Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
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Misery makes sport to mock itself.
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What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves To wash it white as snow?
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Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.
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Take her away; for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities.
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So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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My heart is ever at your service.
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It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
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The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
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I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him, and will answer well The death I gave him. So again good night. I must be cruel only to be kind. Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.