My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
William ShakespeareNay, do not think I flatter. For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?
William ShakespeareI'll not meddle with it; it is a dangerous thing; it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbor's wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing, shame -faced spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom ; it fills one full of obstacles; it made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found; it beggars any man that keeps it; it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it.
William ShakespeareA college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
William ShakespeareLovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
William ShakespeareWooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.
William ShakespeareO jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.
William Shakespeare'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
William ShakespeareFit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached.
William ShakespeareAs honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
William ShakespeareThis sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!
William ShakespeareThrough tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.
William ShakespeareMy conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty!, guilty!
William ShakespeareA good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.
William ShakespeareYou great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.
William ShakespeareFall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
William ShakespeareBeing of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word.
William Shakespeare