William Shakespeare Quotes
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But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them." Viola: "Thy reason, man?" Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.
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Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.
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Can it be chat modesty may more betray Our sense than woman's lightness?
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Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear
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God grant us patience!
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O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!
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A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.
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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 well thy words become thee as thy wounds.
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in black ink my love may still shine bright.
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O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena
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From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch. Fire answers fire, and through their play flames Each battle sees the other's umbered face. Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.
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A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion-- To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
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Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind, Leaving free things and happy shows behind; But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
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Adversity makes strange bedfellows.
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.
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Shall we upon the footing of our land Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, Insinuation, parley, and base truce, To arms invasive?
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The heart hath treble wrong When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.
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Let still woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner to be lost and warn, Than women's are.
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Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all.
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Come, Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.
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I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.
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You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me as the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
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I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.