William Shakespeare Quotes
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Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
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As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
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Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!
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Our enemies are our outward consciences.
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I am giddy, expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense.
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To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.
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'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.
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He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache
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In God's name cheerly on, courageous friends, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
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Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.
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How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
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There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.
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But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.
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Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
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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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For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.
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I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.
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In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.
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The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.
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Grief makes one hour ten.
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In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.
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Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
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Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary
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Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.