William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)


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



    All thy vexations
    Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
    Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven,
    I ratify this my rich gift.

    The man that hath no music in himself, .... Let no such man be trusted.




    Let us our lives, our souls,
    Our debts, our careful wives,
    Our children, and our sins, lay on the King!

    Unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top full Of direst cruelty.

    What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
    Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
    Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
    Still losing when I saw my self to win!

    The world is but a word.Were it all yours to give it in a breath,How quickly were it gone


    Knock at his study, where they say he keeps
    To ruminate strange plots of dire revenge;
    Tell him Revenge is come to join with him,
    And work confusion on his enemies.





    Let me have men about me that are fat,
    Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights:
    Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
    He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.

    He sees his love, and nothing else he sees,
    Nor nothing else with his proud sight agrees.


    Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

    By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown,
    Unless this general evil they maintain:
    All men are bad, and in their badness reign.


    My salad days, When I was green in judgment cold in blood, To say as I said then.


    I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never
    heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of
    his own respect.




    Now, for my life, she's wand'ring to the Tower,
    On pure heart's love, to greet the tender Princes.


    Thou art the thing itself;
    unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked
    animal as thou art.

    He was perfumed like a milliner,
    And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
    A pouncet box, which ever and anon
    He gave his nose, and took't away again;
    Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
    Took it in snuff; and still he smil'd and talk'd;
    And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
    He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
    To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
    Betwixt the wind and his nobility.


    It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as you
    will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and
    gold, and silver, is her grandsire upon his death's-bed-Got
    deliver to a joyful resurrections!

    Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.




    How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
    Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,
    Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!



    Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous the second, the Quip Modest the third, the Reply Churlish the fourth, the Reproof Valiant the fifth the Countercheck Quarrelsome the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance the seventh, the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but the Lie Direct and you may avoid that too, with an If.... Your If is the only peace-maker much virtue in If.

    O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
    So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
    That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
    I would not spend another such a night
    Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days-
    So full of dismal terror was the time!


    Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I;
    I hold him but a fool that will endanger
    His body for a girl that loves him not.

    Why with the time do I not glance aside
    To new-found methods, and to compounds strange?

    How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.


    Pity the world, or else this glutton be:
    To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.


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