William Shakespeare Quotes
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O, reason not the need!
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There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
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Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
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I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
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He must needs go that the devil drives.
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That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end – all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld jump the life to come.
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Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.
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Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
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Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
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For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
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Put money in thy purse.
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The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
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My prophecy is but half his journey yet, For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, Must kiss their own feet.
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I can give the loser leave to chide.
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For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
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O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !
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Things are often spoke and seldom meant.
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If't be summer news, Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st But keep that count'nance still.
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Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.
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Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
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Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
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My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
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Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got And pardon 'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell; I must be here confined by you, But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands: Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please: now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
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That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)