William Shakespeare Quotes

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

A little water clears us of this deed.

Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

What's done is done. The joy is in the doing.

I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best.

Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.

The old folk, time's doting chronicles.

O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

You are a tedious fool.

When the age is in, the wit is out

And what’s he then that says I play the villain?

I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.

To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.

This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.

My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was

Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour-a great patience.

I have a bone to pick with Fate

Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?

The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.

JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.

Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.

A good wit will make use of anything.

Love`s reason`s without reason

He knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be, Yet hold I off.

He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.

I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.

So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

We must be brief when traitors brave the field.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.

The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.