William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)

Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him home.

Here comes the fool, i' faith.

The pound of flesh which I demand of him Is dearly bought 'tis mine, and I will have it.

He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in.

Your horrid image doth unfix my hair.

Bad is the world; and all will come to nought,
When such ill dealing must be seen in thought.

My mother had a maid call'd Barbary;
She was in love, and he she loved proved mad
And did forsake her.

My reputation, Iago, my reputation!

I care not, I, knew she and all the world:
I love Lavinia more than all the world.

Choked with ambition of the meaner sort.

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him,
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odor and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.

There is a history in all men's lives.

Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours!

Ill charm the air to give a sound.

The wheel is come full circle.

Come, give us a taste of your quality.

If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds
Is that we scarce are men, and you are gods.

Time is the justice that examines all offenders. As You Like It

When clouds are seen, wise men put on
their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?

. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.

Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change.

That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.

When you are hearing a matter
between party and party, if you chance to be pinch'd with the
colic, you make faces like mummers, set up the bloody flag
against all patience, and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, dismiss
the controversy bleeding, the more entangled by your hearing.

Tell me- but truly- but then speak the truth-
Do you not love my sister?

Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you your self may privilage your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Your self to pardon of self-doing crime.

O God, I have an ill-divining soul!

Heaven would that she these gifts should have,
And I to live and die her slave.

Some griefs are medicinal. Some griefs are med'cinable...

For stony limits cannot hold love out.And what love can do that dares love attempt.

Yes, truly; for, look you, the sins of the father are to
be laid upon the children; therefore, I promise you, I fear you.

Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.

Be wise, and get you home.

Out, damned spot out, I say.

Hear the meaning within the word.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

You maid of hindering knot grass. You bead You acorn

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

I do not much dislike the matter, but The manner of his speech.

Look, how the world's poor people are amazed
At apparitions, signs, and prodigies,
Whereon with fearful eyes they long have gazed,
Infusing them with dreadful prophecies;
So she at these sad signs draws up her breath
And sighing it again, exclaims on Death.

Get thee a good husband and use him as he uses thee

God comfort him in this necessity!

For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense-
Thy adverse party is thy advocate-
And 'gainst my self a lawful plea commence.

Zounds, a dog, a rat, a
mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death!

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

Too well what love women to men may owe.

I pray thee, understand a plain man in his plain meaning.

What win I, if I gain the thing I seek A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week Or sells eternity to 'get a toy For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy

Second Witch By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks.

He is half of a blessed man. Left to be finished by such as she and she a fair divided excellence, whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.