William Shakespeare Quotes

Passion makes the will lord of the reason.

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self, Pursued my humor not pursuing his, And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.

As good luck would have it.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.

My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

Let the end try the man.

So. Lie there, my art.

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.

First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!

Love is merely a madness.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.

Take it in what sense thou wilt.

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

In maiden meditation, fancy free.

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.

Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell?

Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse

All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.

Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.

The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.

"Lawyers Are": Perilous mouths.

Justice always whirls in equal measure.

There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.

Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?

Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.

I am sure care's an enemy to life.

This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,--This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it.

Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.

Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.