The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
William ShakespeareBlow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho sing, heigh-ho unto the green holly Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then heigh-ho the holly This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend rememberd not.
William ShakespeareTo move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)
William ShakespeareTis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
William ShakespeareDrink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
William ShakespeareThe jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.
William ShakespeareO! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -
William ShakespeareO God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
William ShakespeareYouth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
William ShakespeareHast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.
William ShakespeareSilence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
William ShakespeareYet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
William ShakespeareConstant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.
William ShakespeareOne fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
William ShakespeareBut I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
William ShakespeareHamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.
William ShakespeareI’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
William Shakespeare