William Shakespeare Quotes
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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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Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.
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O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
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Thou unfit for any place but hell.
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Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
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Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.
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Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.
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My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
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A pal is one that is aware you while you are, understands where you have already been, accepts whatever you are becoming, and continue to, carefully means that you can develop.
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Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
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If I lose my honor, I lose myself: better I were not yours Than yours so branchless.
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To business that we love we rise betime, and go to't with delight.
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Fair Katherine, and most fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear, And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
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He is not great who is not greatly good.
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Time is the king of men.
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Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine, Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to communicate.
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Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
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But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If you have ever looked on better days, If ever been where bells knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. . . .
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You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
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Every subject's duty is the King's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained; and in him that escapes, it were no sin to think that, making God so free an offer, He let him outlive the day to see His greatness and to teach others how they should prepare.
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Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
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My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
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Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.
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When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.