William Shakespeare Quotes

Nor age so eat up my invention.

I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich

A very scurvy fellow.

By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm.

Good counselors lack no clients.

Love adds a precious seeing to the eye.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to bea sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.

I would fain die a dry death.

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

We have some salt of our youth in us.

Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.

I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.

Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!

They that touch pitch will be defiled.

Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?

What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Never shame to hear what you have nobly done

Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!

Truth hath a quiet breast.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.

How long a time lies in one little word?

Great griefs medicine the less.

For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!

Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.