William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)

When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence So sweet is zealous contemplation.

Double, double, toil and trouble Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

O that way madness lies.

I have said too much unto a heart of stone.

Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn.

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.

In the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty

To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.

Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words; That ever blotted paper.

Speak, for my heart is full.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

His biting is immortal those that do die of it do seldom or never recover.

Lord, what fools these mortals be.

Let them accuse me by invention; I
Will answer in mine honour.

There was a time when all the body's members
Rebell'd against the belly; thus accus'd it:
That only like a gulf it did remain
I' th' midst o' th' body, idle and unactive,
Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing
Like labour with the rest; where th' other instruments
Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,
And, mutually participate, did minister
Unto the appetite and affection common
Of the whole body.

FIRST MURDERER WHERE IS THY CONSCIENCE NOW SECOND MURDERER In the Duke of Gloucesters purse FIRST MURDERER So when he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out. SECOND MURDERER Let it go theres few or none will entertain it.

'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

O fool, I shall go mad!

Devise, wit write, pen for I am for whole volumes in folio.

Your face, my thane, is a book where menMay read strange matters.

Peace, both, and hear me speak.

Though it pass your patience and mine to
endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the
world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all
faults, and money enough.

Faith, and so it did.

Gold were as good as twenty orators,
And will, no doubt, tempt him to anything.

A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say 'Wit, whither, wilt'

The Destinies will curse thee for this stroke;
They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck'st a flower:
Love's golden arrow at him should have fled,
And not Death's ebon dart, to strike him dead.

I swear 'tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.

Heaven give you many, many merry days - from The Merry Wives of Windsor

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

Let me speak, sir,
For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth.

Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.

Farewell; the leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love
And ample interchange of sweet discourse
Which so-long-sund'red friends should dwell upon.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foesA pair of star-crossed lovers take their life.

Is it thy will thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?

If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.

The venom clamours of a jealous womanPoisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

Where is your ancient courage You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits That common chances common men could bear That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.

Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
Balms and gums and heavy cheers,
Sacred vials fill'd with tears,
And clamours through the wild air flying!

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held.

I have a wife who I protest I love;
I would she were in heaven, so she could
Entreat some power to change this currish Jew.

People usually are the happiest at home.

Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit,
Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
And usest none in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.

She was belov'd, she lov'd; she is, and doth;
But still sweet love is food for fortune's tooth.

Thee have I not locked up in any chest,
Save where thou art not-though I feel thou art-
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

Heaven is above all yet there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.

If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come; so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might,
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.

O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel;
The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;
And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men,
In undetermin'd differences of kings.

If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
Allow obedience- if yourselves are old,
Make it your cause!