William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

Love is merely madness...

Drink some wine ere you go fare you well.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. Hamlet

A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud,
shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy,
worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking, whoreson,
glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of
good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave,
beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch;
one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deny the
least syllable of thy addition.

Pour on I will endure. In such a night as this.

Done to death by slanderous tongues.

Give me thy glove, soldier; look, here is the fellow of
it.

He after honour hunts, I after love;
He leaves his friends to dignify them more:
I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.

Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee
I speak no more than what my soul intends;
And that is to enjoy thee for my love.

Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?

All unavoided is the doom of destiny.

There
is tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor,
and death for his ambition.

If it be so- as 'tis-
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.Close up his eyes and draw the curtain closeAnd let us all to meditation.

Thinkst thou Id make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions No to be once in doubt Is once to be resolved.

O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.

My cake is dough.

Oh it is excellent to have a giant's strength But it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.

Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied.

How can my Muse want subject to invent
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.

O, let not virtue seek
Remuneration for the thing it was;
For beauty, wit,
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating Time.

In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant More learned than ears.

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale.

Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;
For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.

Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts-
O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce!

O, that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done.

Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you;
And though you know my inwardness and love
Is very much unto the Prince and Claudio,
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
As secretly and justly as your soul
Should with your body.

She weeps, and says her Henry is depos'd:
He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd;
That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;
Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
And in conclusion wins the King from her
With promise of his sister, and what else,
To strengthen and support King Edward's place.

There's place and means for every man alive.

Every good servant does not all commands.

I have more care to stay than will to go.

The mutable, rank-scented many.

I am all the daughters of my father's house,And all the brothers too.

But how hath she
Receiv'd his love?

I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
It did me yeoman's service.

To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.

God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute,
His deputy anointed in His sight,
Hath caus'd his death; the which if wrongfully,
Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift
An angry arm against His minister.

Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.

Then to Silvia let us sing; That Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing; Upon the dull earth dwelling.

Break an hour's promise in love!

I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs.

Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound-
All books of love, see that at any hand;
And see you read no other lectures to her.

For God's sake let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear.

Men of few words are the best men.

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