There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bond in earth, in sea, in sky. The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls Are their males' subjects and at their controls. Man, more divine, the master of all these, Lord of the wide world and wild wat'ry seas, Indu'd with intellectual sense and souls, Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Are masters to their females, and their lords; Then let your will attend on their accords.
William ShakespeareI'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basalisks; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Decieve more slily that Ulysses could, And like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colors to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down.
William ShakespeareIf ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
William ShakespeareMethinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
William ShakespeareHath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay, And that bare vowel ay shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am not I,if there be such an ay, Or those eyes shut,that make thee answer ay: If he be slain say ay,or if not,no: Brief sounds,determine of my weal or woe.
William ShakespeareWhat stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just.
William ShakespeareDead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.
William ShakespeareI see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.
William ShakespeareGive thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow
William ShakespeareBut wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
William ShakespeareHow sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony
William ShakespeareThen was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.
William ShakespeareHe hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.
William ShakespeareIf [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.
William ShakespeareTrue, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
William ShakespeareI hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
William ShakespeareWhy, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
William ShakespeareHis words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth
William ShakespeareFor sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
William ShakespeareLay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
William ShakespeareO! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.
William ShakespeareOur revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
William Shakespeare