William Shakespeare Quotes
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O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
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Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.
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in black ink my love may still shine bright.
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To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer.
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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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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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But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air and agony with words.
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The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.
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He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
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Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose it from their bond, And so, by hoping more, they have but less; Or, gaining more, the profit of excess Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.
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For now they kill me with a living death.
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We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
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Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
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A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.
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If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.
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Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye.
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Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
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Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.
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The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
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Assume a virtue if you have it not.
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Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear
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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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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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Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)