I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.
William ShakespeareI stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.
William ShakespeareDie for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight
William ShakespeareBut Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.
William ShakespeareMen must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
William ShakespeareO, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.
William ShakespeareFor I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.
William ShakespeareSee how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
William ShakespeareOnce more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.
William ShakespeareMan, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.
William ShakespeareYet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
William ShakespeareI pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.
William ShakespeareTo beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
William ShakespeareThere's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.
William ShakespeareRing the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
William ShakespeareHereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you
William ShakespeareTherefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these.
William ShakespeareAngels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.
William ShakespeareCowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
William Shakespeare