William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)


    I rais'd him, and I pawn'd
    Mine honour for his truth; who being so heighten'd,
    He watered his new plants with dews of flattery,
    Seducing so my friends; and to this end
    He bow'd his nature, never known before
    But to be rough, unswayable, and free.


    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.





    I, I, I myself
    sometimes, leaving the fear of God on the left hand, and hiding
    mine honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge,
    and to lurch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce your rags,
    your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and
    your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your honour!







    Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken
    While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?

    No blown ambition doth our arms incite,
    But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right.

    What's more to do,
    Which would be planted newly with the time,
    As calling home our exiled friends abroad
    That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
    Producing forth the cruel ministers
    Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
    Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
    Took off her life; this, and what needful else
    That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace
    We will perform in measure, time, and place.

    Withal I did infer your lineaments,
    Being the right idea of your father,
    Both in your form and nobleness of mind;
    Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
    Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
    Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
    Indeed, left nothing fitting for your purpose
    Untouch'd or slightly handled in discourse.


    The dangers of the days but newly gone,
    Whose memory is written on the earth
    With yet appearing blood, and the examples
    Of every minute's instance, present now,
    Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms;
    Not to break peace, or any branch of it,
    But to establish here a peace indeed,
    Concurring both in name and quality.

    Shall I tell you why Ay, sir, and wherefore for they say every why hath a wherefore.

    Could I come near your beauty with my nails; I'd set my ten commandments in your face.



    'As by lot, God wot' and then you know, 'It came to pass, as most like it was.'


    That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
    Like him that travels I return again,
    Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
    So that myself bring water for my stain.

    The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first The odds for high and low's alike.



    As man and wife, being two, are one in love,
    So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal
    That never may ill office or fell jealousy,
    Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage,
    Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms,
    To make divorce of their incorporate league;
    That English may as French, French Englishmen,
    Receive each other.




    If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.


    I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his owner stoop


    He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall
    have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and
    target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall
    end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose
    lungs are tickle o' th' sere; and the lady shall say her mind
    freely, or the blank verse shall halt fort.

    Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
    My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain,
    Lest sorrow lend me words and words express
    The manner of my pity-wanting pain.



    Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short youth is nimble, age is lame Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold Youth is wild, and age is tame.




    Bring me a constant woman to her husband,
    One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure,
    And to that woman, when she has done most,
    Yet will I add an honour-a great patience.


    And, that my love may appear plain and free,
    All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.

    JAQUES A fool, a fool I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool a miserable world As I do live by food, I met a fool Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms and yet a motley fool. 'Good.

    In youth when I did love, did love,
    Methought it was very sweet;
    To contract- O- the time for- a- my behove,
    O, methought there- a- was nothing- a- meet.


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