William Shakespeare Quotes
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For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
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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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it is not enough to speak, but to speak truee
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For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.
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If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
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I can see his pride Peep through each part of him.
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My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.
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Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
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Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?
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In delay there lies no plenty.
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See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! He that but fears the thing he would not know, Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, That what he feared is chanced.
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A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.
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No worse a husband than the best of men.
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That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
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He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
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Nice customs curtsy to great kings.
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Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
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And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.
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Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use
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What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me?
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I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
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Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world.
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A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
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I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.