William Shakespeare Quotes
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Good wine needs no bush.
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Honor's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man.
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A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.
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I dote on his very absence.
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O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.
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The why is plain as way to parish church: He that a fool doth very wisely hit Doth very foolishly, although he smart, Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not, The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool.
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No worse a husband than the best of men.
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That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.
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That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
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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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For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.
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Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords!
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Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.
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Say as you think and speak it from your souls.
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A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!
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Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
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I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
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Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
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Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
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My soul is in the sky.
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We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.
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For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.
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What many men desire--that 'many' may be meant By the fool multitude that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach, Which pries not to th' interior, but like the martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty.
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Withal I did infer your lineaments, Being the right idea of your father, Both in your form and nobleness of mind; Laid open all your victories in Scotland, Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace, Your bounty, virtue, fair humility; Indeed, left nothing fitting for your purpose Untouch'd or slightly handled in discourse.