William Shakespeare Quotes
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
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Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys; renown, and grace is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
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So well thy words become thee as thy wounds.
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O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.
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Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.
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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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No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
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Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.
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Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
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Who is here so vile that will not love his country?
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Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better.
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Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
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Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!
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Take pains. Be perfect.
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Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.
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They are hare-brain'd slaves.
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This liberty is all that I request.
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When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
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O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
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I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.
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The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
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Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
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I came, saw, and overcame.
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Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.