Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
William ShakespeareMacbeth to Witches: What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on 't?
William ShakespeareSigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
William ShakespeareEvery subject's duty is the King's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained; and in him that escapes, it were no sin to think that, making God so free an offer, He let him outlive the day to see His greatness and to teach others how they should prepare.
William ShakespeareI have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.
William ShakespeareWeariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.
William ShakespeareShe lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them
William ShakespeareHe that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
William ShakespeareThen others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
William ShakespeareBut men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
William ShakespeareHe is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.
William ShakespeareWe are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
William ShakespeareWhat: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?
William Shakespeare