William Shakespeare Quotes
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Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)
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What wouldst thou do, old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak When power to flattery bows?
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Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Ang'ring itself and others.
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Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding doth choke the feeder; Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
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Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!
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Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation
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My wits begin to turn.
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This above all; to thine own self be true.
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The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.
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The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
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...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
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I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
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But since the affairs of men rests still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
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The big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose, In piteous chase.
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For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas
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O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
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The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
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Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.
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And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do.
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Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.
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The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melody: Even so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome.
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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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Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
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I dote on his very absence.