William Shakespeare Quotes
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Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service
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How long a time lies in one little word?
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Educated men are so impressive.
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Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.
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The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
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Make use of time, let not advantage slip.
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Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.
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Determine on some course more than a wild exposure to each chance.
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You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.
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The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
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The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And Nature must obey necessity.
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Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.
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O, call back yesterday, bid time return
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You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
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Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love, Unseparable, shall within this hour, On a dissension of a doit, break out To bitterest enmity; so fellest foes, Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep To take the one the other, by some chance, Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends And interjoin their issues.
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Like the lily That once was mistress of the field and flourished, I'll hang my head and perish.
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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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For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
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For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
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Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no treason, man; we say the King Is wise and virtuous, and his noble queen Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous; We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; And that the Queen's kindred are made gentlefolks.
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I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
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All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
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This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.
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Every offense is not a hate at first.