William Shakespeare Quotes
-
Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.
-
Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But 'banished' to kill me--'banished'? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howling attends it! How hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend professed, To mangle me with that word 'banished'?
-
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
-
How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.
-
Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
-
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
-
These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.
-
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
-
Strong reasons make strong actions.
-
It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.
-
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.
-
It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.
-
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
-
Hate pollutes the mind.
-
Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, His day's hot task hath ended in the west: The owl, night's herald, shrieks-'tis very late; The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest; And coal-black clouds, that shadow heaven's light, Do summon us to part, and bid good night.
-
Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.
-
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
-
Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.
-
The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed.
-
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
-
There is a history in all men's lives.
-
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
-
My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.
-
For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.