William Shakespeare Quotes

This is the short and the long of it.

Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?

Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

Know more than other. Work more than other. Expect less than other

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.

Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!

Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.

Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.

Tears water our growth.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.

Assume a virtue if you have it not.

O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet

They say miracles are past.

The pleasing punishment that women bear.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.

The man that hath no music in himself

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry, To find out shames and idle hours in me, The scope and tenor of thy jealousy? O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: It is my love that keeps mine eye awake: Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake: For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.

a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.

When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo; O, word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear.

He must needs go that the devil drives.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will

Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.

Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.

These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.

Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see', Quoth he, 'how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot.

Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)