William Shakespeare Quotes

Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.

All dark and comfortless.

Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice.

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.

The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity

He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.

I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.

I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.

O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.

Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.

Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.

Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.

A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men.

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

Be not afraid of greatness.

For by his face straight shall you know his heart.

Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.

Friendship's full of dregs.

And nature must obey necessity.

For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

What is aught but as 'tis valued?

Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

A ministering angel shall my sister be.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?

He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.

The big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose, In piteous chase.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!

If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown.

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.