William Shakespeare Quotes
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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.
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I am sure care's an enemy to life.
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O constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
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Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
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thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
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If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
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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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With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage.
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If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
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How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.
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I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.
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But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.
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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.
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Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
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The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And Nature must obey necessity.
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Speak low, if you speak love.
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You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!
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Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
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What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.
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My free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.
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Beware the ides of March.
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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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Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
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This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.