William Shakespeare Quotes
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A plague on both your houses.
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Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.
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Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
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Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.
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For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.
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If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.
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Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.
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I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.
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Charity itself fulfills the law. And who can sever love from charity?
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Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he's worth to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say, That Time comes stealing on by night and day?
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How long a time lies in one little word?
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I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.
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Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.
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Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
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Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
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Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.
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These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.
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Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.
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Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
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Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.
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Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
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How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?
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Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud. All men make faults.