William Shakespeare Quotes
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For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.
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Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.
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Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world.
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A very little little let us do And all is done.
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He was too good to be Where ill men were, and was the best of all Amongst the rar'st of good ones- sitting sadly Hearing us praise our loves of Italy For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Of him that best could speak; for feature, laming The shrine of Venus or straight-pight Minerva, Postures beyond brief nature; for condition, A shop of all the qualities that man Loves woman for; besides that hook of wiving, Fairness which strikes the eye- CYMBELINE.
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Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
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For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.
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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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If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.
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Examine well your blood.
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Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd; and having now provided A gentleman of princely parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts, Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man- And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer 'I'll not wed, I cannot love; I am too young, I pray you pardon me'!
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So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!
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Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.
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I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends
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How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!
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That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
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Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.
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The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed.
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
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Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!
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I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.
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Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.
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The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
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Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.