William Shakespeare Quotes

Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.

'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't

Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.

How well he's read, to reason against reading!

It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.

...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

...an old man is twice a child.

In thy foul throat thou liest.

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

Falsehood falsehood cures

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.

LEONATO Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

Let him smell his way to Dover!

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

We must be gentle now we are gentlemen.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

Although the last, not least.

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.

Bait the hook well. This fish will bite.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.

I will praise any man that will praise me.

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

Why, who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea till the weary very means do ebb?

O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!

The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!

What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.

I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.