William Shakespeare Quotes

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven

Oh what fools we mortals are.

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

Is she kind as she is fair?

It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.

The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practise As full of labour as a wise man's art For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance

Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn

The bitter clamor of two eager tongues.

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven

Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.

Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban

If there is a good will, there is great way.

The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face? And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; Then must my earth with her continual tears Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd: For why my bowels cannot hide her woes, But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Then give me leave, for losers will have leave To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.

The band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity.

One man in his time plays many parts.

Do not spread the compost on the weeds.

Love hath made thee a tame snake

Make passionate my sense of hearing.

Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.

Fight to the last gasp.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

In delay there lies no plenty.

Full of wise saws and modern instances.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.

There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.

Courage mounteth with occasion.

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not?

Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.

Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings

Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.