Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world.
William ShakespeareTo die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.
William ShakespeareBut when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.
William ShakespeareHere's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
William ShakespeareWhere is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.
William ShakespeareO God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.
William ShakespeareLay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
William ShakespeareThe king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions; his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing.
William ShakespeareTwo households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
William ShakespeareIn friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.
William ShakespeareFoul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.
William ShakespeareWe wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
William ShakespeareBe not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
William Shakespeare