William Shakespeare Quotes
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O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
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Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
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Lions make leopards tame.
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And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
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What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.
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Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.
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Thy food is such As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
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When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.
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Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
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Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
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Myself will straight aboard, and to the state This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
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She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.
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Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania
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You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
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Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.
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This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.
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Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
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No metal can--no, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness of thy sharp envy.
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Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing
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I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.
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I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.
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Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
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The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.
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He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.