William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)

A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile - a

Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.

Peace, stand aside; the company parts.

Why, if thou never wast at court thou never saw'st good
manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must
be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation.

My lord, this is a poor mad soul, and she says up and
down the town that her eldest son is like you.

If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me If I do wake, some planet strike me down, That I may slumber in eternal sleep.

And now what rests but that we spend the time; With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, Such as befits the pleasure of the court; Sound drums and trumpets farewell sour annoy; For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

My good Lord Archbishop, I am very sorry
To sit here at this present, and behold
That chair stand empty; but we all are men,
In our own natures frail and capable
Of our flesh; few are angels; out of which frailty
And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us,
Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little,
Toward the King first, then his laws, in filling
The whole realm by your teaching and your chaplains-
For so we are inform'd-with new opinions,
Divers and dangerous; which are heresies,
And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.

Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey.

ROSALIND But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak ORLANDO Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much. ROSALIND Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do and the reason why they are not so punished and cured is, that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.

There is no darkness but ignorance.

The mightiest space in fortune nature bringsTo join like likes and kiss like native things.

Thus policy in love t' anticipate
The ills that were not, grew to faults assured,
And brought to medicine a healthful state
Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cured.

Shakespeare scholars just sigh and consign the book to the great pantheon of revelations ... I am accustomed to fanatics who get a funny look in the eye when they come to speak to me how about the Earl of Oxford or Marlowe really wrote the plays. She spoke rationally, and it's an intelligently readable book, but it floats way above the facts, as I told her.

Faith, but you do, in my mind.

have you eyes
You cannot call it love; for at your age
The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment
Would step from this to this?

Gold that's put to use more gold begets.

No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell.

I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face I had rather lie in the woolen.

Within this wall of flesh
There is a soul counts thee her creditor,
And with advantage means to pay thy love;
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.

He loves no plays,
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.

Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time.

I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Tell him that his sword can never win The honour that he loses . . .

But shall I live in hope?

O, call back yesterday, bid time return.

Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?

Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!

Manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.

This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester,
Malevolent to you In all aspects,
Which makes him prune himself and bristle up
The crest of youth against your dignity.

Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.

There is an old poor man, .... Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.

Selfloving is not so vile a sin, my liege, as selfneglecting.

One way or other, she is for a king;
And she shall be my love, or else my queen.

Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?

The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance.

When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will.

I dislike the Bible as it contains both questions and answers, problems and solutions, past and future all in the language i understand.

Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?

Captain Macmorris, I beseech you now, will you voutsafe
me, look you, a few disputations with you, as partly touching or
concerning the disciplines of the war, the Roman wars, in the way
of argument, look you, and friendly communication; partly to
satisfy my opinion, and partly for the satisfaction, look you, of
my mind, as touching the direction of the military discipline,
that is the point.

BRUTUS Be patient till the last. Romans, countrymen, and lovers hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses,

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

He's fall'n in love with your foulness, and she'll fall
in love with my anger.

You common cry of curs whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, -I banish you.

But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade:
Since from thee going he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?

He that loves to be flattered is worthy of the flatterer.