William Shakespeare Quotes on Belief & Faith (85 Quotes)

No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.

Faith, you said so before.

A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful
look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think,
his age some fifty, or, by'r Lady, inclining to threescore; and
now I remember me, his name is Falstaff.

I am yet
Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
At no time broke my faith, would not betray
The devil to his fellow, and delight
No less in truth than life.

Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou'dst two,
And that's far worse than none; better have none
Than plural faith, which is too much by one.

Faith, Sir John, 'tis more than time that I were there, and
you too; but my powers are there already.

Faith, I'll bear no base mind.

I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
Iwis it is not halfway to her heart;
But if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.

Faith, I must; she'll rail i' the street else.

Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again.

Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew
That stroke would prove the worst!

Faith, it does me; though it discolours the complexion of
my greatness to acknowledge it.

Faith, e'en with losing his wits.

Faith, I saw it not, but I felt it hot in
her breath.

O King, believe not this hard-hearted man!

Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten
apples.

Faith, for their poverty, I know, not where they had that; and
for their bareness, I am surd they never learn'd that of me.

Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it;
and when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may.

Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her.

Faith, none but Humphrey Hour, that call'd
your Grace
To breakfast once forth of my company.

Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;
My operant powers their functions leave to do.

Faith, I ran when I saw others run.

This royal hand and mine are newly knit,
And the conjunction of our inward souls
Married in league, coupled and link'd together
With all religious strength of sacred vows;
The latest breath that gave the sound of words
Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love,
Between our kingdoms and our royal selves;
And even before this truce, but new before,
No longer than we well could wash our hands,
To clap this royal bargain up of peace,
Heaven knows, they were besmear'd and overstain'd
With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint
The fearful difference of incensed kings.

Faith, we hear fearful news.

Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and the nation
holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy.

Good faith,
I tremble still with fear; but if there be
Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!

But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear:
my comfort is, that old age, that in layer-up of beauty, can do
no more spoil upon my face; thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the
worst; and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and
better.

Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.

Faith, sir, has led the drum before the English
tragedians-to belie him I will not-and more of his soldier-ship
I know not, except in that country he had the honour to be the
officer at a place there called Mile-end to instruct for the
doubling of files-I would do the man what honour I can-but of
this I am not certain.

Faith, and so it did.

Good faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth not
love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh- but that's no marvel;
he drinks no wine.

Faith, and so we should;
Where now remains a sweet reversion.

If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
May safely come to him and be resolved
How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead
So well as Brutus living, but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state
With all true faith.

A traveler By my faith, you have great reason to be sad. I fear you have sold your own lands, to see other men's then to have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

Faith, I have been a truant in the law
And never yet could frame my will to it;
And therefore frame the law unto my will.

Faith, some certain dregs of conscience
are yet within me.

Faith, there have been many great men that have
flatter'd the people, who ne'er loved them; and there be many
that they have loved, they know not wherefore; so that, if they
love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground.

Here comes the fool, i' faith.

Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the
seventh cause.

There shall your master have a thousand loves,
A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
A phoenix, captain, and an enemy,
A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
His humble ambition, proud humility,
His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,
His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world
Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms
That blinking Cupid gossips.

There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men all perjured, all forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

I like thy wit well, in good faith.

Believe me for mine honor, and have
respect to mine honor, that you may believe.

What I believe, I'll wall;
What know, believe; and what I can redress,
As I shall find the time to friend, I will.

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, And welcome home again discarded faith.

Faith, once or twice she heav'd the name of father
Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart;
Cried 'Sisters, sisters!

Thou dost approve thyself the very same;
Thy name well fits thy faith, thy faith thy name.

Faith, no, as you may season it in the charge.

Faith, but you do, in my mind.

Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.