William Shakespeare Quotes
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Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion!
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And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.
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Truly the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full of fear.
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Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.
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Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.
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Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow.
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Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
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Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.
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Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary And pitch our evils there?
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Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
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The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.
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O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
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This night I hold an old accustomed feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
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If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
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They have a plentiful lack of wit.
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For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.
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To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
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Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
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Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
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Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him.
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I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
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What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.
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In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.
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What is the city but the people?