William Shakespeare Quotes

The gloomy shade of death.

I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.

In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself, when waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, and blind oblivion swallowed cities up, and mighty states characterless are grated to dusty nothing, yet let memory, from false to false, among false maids in love, upbraid my falsehood!

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?

Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces

Alas, how love can trifle with itself!

This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.

Who is here so vile that will not love his country?

Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.

Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.

To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.... [W]hat can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground?... [N]othing can we call our own, but death... [L]et us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings: - How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd.

Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.

And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.

Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.

If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up; So quick bright things come to confusion.

I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd, Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree, And that would set my teeth nothing an edge, Nothing so much, as mincing Poetrie.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

No worse a husband than the best of men.

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.

A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.

As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!

When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.

Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest.

Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

A dream itself is but a shadow.

What's done can't be undone.