William Shakespeare Quotes
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O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.
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He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.
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Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.
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I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I have.
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In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.
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Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee.
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Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.
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Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own
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It is a basilisk unto mine eye, Kills me to look on't.
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For there was never yet philosoper That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods, And made a push at chance and sufferance.
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No legacy is so rich as honesty.
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O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
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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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For she had eyes and chose me.
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All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.
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I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.
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The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.
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Time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will.
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Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.
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The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
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Pride went before, ambition follows him.
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Every offense is not a hate at first.
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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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Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offense?