There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.
William ShakespeareMake me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night.
William ShakespeareGod's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
William ShakespeareHere comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
William ShakespeareFor we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
William ShakespeareA wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.
William ShakespeareIt is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases, one of another.
William ShakespeareBy Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love
William ShakespeareFor though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
William ShakespeareThe native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.
William ShakespeareI'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!
William ShakespeareAntonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
William ShakespeareDon Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vildly painted; and in such great letters as they writes, 'Here is good horse for hire', let them signify under my sign, 'Here you may see Benedick the married man.
William ShakespeareLove surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies
William ShakespeareThere's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.
William ShakespeareIs there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
William ShakespeareFor night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.
William ShakespeareThere is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.
William ShakespeareI am asham'd that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace.
William ShakespeareIn peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; . . . . Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
William Shakespeare