William Shakespeare Quotes

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.

This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

They are but beggars that can count their worth.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.

The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.

An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

Season your admiration for a while.

The wheel is come full circle.

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad

Friendship is full of dregs.

Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men.

You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.

Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.

Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.

They do not abuse the king that flatter him. For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; The thing the which is flattered, but a spark To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing.

Love is . . . a madness most discreet

A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.

There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.

Celebrity is never more admired than by the negligent.

Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.

You know who you are, but know not who you could be.

My love admits no qualifying dross

A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.

Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say

Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words

Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.

What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.” “My hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then! Your constancy hath left you unattended.