William Shakespeare Quotes

Though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy.

Life's uncertain voyage.

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

I scorn you, scurvy companion.

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon, — for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.

It is lost at dice, what ancient honor won.

Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!

The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

Thou art a Castilian King urinal!

Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.

Tempt not a desperate man

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.

I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.

Hardness ever of hardness is mother.

There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.

Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.

As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown.

A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.

Fill all thy bones with aches.

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*

Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.

My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.

Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

Extremity is the trier of spirits.

And simple truth miscalled simplicity

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.

Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.

If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers

Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.

Come give us a taste of your quality.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.

Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

thus with a kiss I die

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.

Give me to drink mandragora.