William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)




    He was to imagine me his
    love, his mistress; and I set him every day to woo me; at which
    time would I, being but a moonish youth, grieve, be effeminate,
    changeable, longing and liking, proud, fantastical, apish,
    shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles; for every
    passion something and for no passion truly anything, as boys and
    women are for the most part cattle of this colour; would now like
    him, now loathe him; then entertain him, then forswear him; now
    weep for him, then spit at him; that I drave my suitor from his
    mad humour of love to a living humour of madness; which was, to
    forswear the full stream of the world and to live in a nook
    merely monastic.


    Among this princely heap, if any here,
    By false intelligence or wrong surmise,
    Hold me a foe-
    If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
    Have aught committed that is hardly borne
    To any in this presence, I desire
    To reconcile me to his friendly peace:
    'Tis death to me to be at enmity;
    I hate it, and desire all good men's love.


    Appear it to your mind
    That, through the sight I bear in things to come,
    I have abandon'd Troy, left my possession,
    Incurr'd a traitor's name, expos'd myself
    From certain and possess'd conveniences
    To doubtful fortunes, sequest'ring from me all
    That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition,
    Made tame and most familiar to my nature;
    And here, to do you service, am become
    As new into the world, strange, unacquainted-
    I do beseech you, as in way of taste,
    To give me now a little benefit
    Out of those many regist'red in promise,
    Which you say live to come in my behalf.

    It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.

    But if thy love were ever like to mine,
    As sure I think did never man love so,
    How many actions most ridiculous
    Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

    I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
    For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock:
    My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
    Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
    Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
    Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.

    I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgressed.

    Yet
    there has been knights, and lords, and gentlemen, with
    their coaches; I warrant you, coach after coach, letter after
    letter, gift after gift; smelling so sweetly, all musk, and so
    rushling, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and in such alligant
    terms; and in such wine and sugar of the best and the
    fairest, that would have won any woman's heart; and I
    warrant you, they could never get an eye-wink of her.

    Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his;
    As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.

    Your will be done this must my comfort be, Sun that warms you here shall shine on me And those his golden beams to you here lent Shall point on me and gild my banishment.


    As a decrepit father takes delight
    To see his active child do deeds of youth,
    So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
    Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.

    I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.


    Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold
    Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
    To say they err I dare not be so bold,
    Although I swear it to myself alone.

    By gar, me dank you vor dat; by gar, I love you; and
    I shall procure-a you de good guest, de earl, de knight, de
    lords, de gentlemen, my patients.



    For we, which now behold these present days,
    Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.




    Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites is a
    fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.



    That book in manys eyes doth share the gloryThat in gold clasps locks in the golden story.






    What a fool art thou,
    A ramping fool, to brag and stamp and swear
    Upon my party!



    Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them



    Shall we play the wantons with our woes,And make some pretty match with shedding tears

    Since every Jack became a gentleman; There's many a gentle person made a Jack.

    When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.

    He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks; Quite through the deeds of men.

    Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear.

    Thyself shall see the act For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desirst.



    He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book he hath not eat paper, as it were he hath not drunk ink his intellect is not replenished.



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