William Shakespeare Quotes
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We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.
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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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Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
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When I was at home I was in a better place
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She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies.
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But now behold, In the quick forge and working-house of thought, How London doth pour out her citizens!
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We cannot all be masters.
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Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
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Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.
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Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.
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If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
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My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
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So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.
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We have some salt of our youth in us.
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Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
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And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.
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Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
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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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For she had eyes and chose me.
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Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.
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Yet, for I know thou art religious And hast a thing within thee called conscience, With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies Which I have seen thee careful to observe, Therefore I urge thy oath; for that I know An idiot holds his bauble for a god And keeps the oath which by that god he swears, To that I'll urge him: therefore thou shalt vow By that same god, what god soe'er it be, That thou adorest and hast in reverence, To save my boy, to nourish and bring him up, Or else I will discover naught to thee.
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These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.
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O my good lord, that comfort comes too late, 'Tis like a pardon after execution. That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me; But now I am past all comforts here but prayers.
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This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.