William Shakespeare Quotes
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As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
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The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
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Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.
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To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
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The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
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The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our own virtues.
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O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
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As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.
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Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.
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I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire.
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For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
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He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
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The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
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Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.
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Tis the mind that makes the body rich.
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Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!
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I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
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No, by my soul, I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
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'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.
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Let them obey that knows not how to rule.
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Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own
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Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.
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Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Is of so floodgate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.
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Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.