William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full charactered with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain
Beyond all date even to eternity-
Or at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be missed.

It is the
greatest admiration in the universal world, when the true and
aunchient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept: if you
would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great,
you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle-taddle nor
pibble-pabble in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you shall find the
ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of it,
and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to be otherwise.

I may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, 'I came, saw and overcame'.

How now, wit wither wander you.

The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.

Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, But give it way a while and let it waste.

O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith!

Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new.

Oh it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.

How many ages henceShall this our lofty scene be acted overIn states unborn and accents yet unknown

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.

I will keep still with my philosopher.

Be sure of it give me the ocular proof.

Art made tongue-tied by authority.

Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!

And, besides, the King
Hath not deserv'd my service nor your loves,
Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless
To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd,
But to be still hot summer's tanlings and
The shrinking slaves of winter.

Shall not be long but I'll be here againThings at the worst will cease, or else climb upwardTo what they were before.

what eyes hath love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight!

My rage is gone,
And I am struck with sorrow.

Then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum.

Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,
That were the servants to this chosen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
His honour and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations; he shall flourish,
And like a mountain cedar reach his branches
To all the plains about him; our children's children
Shall see this and bless heaven.

We were not born to sue, but to command.

The And thus I clothe my naked villany With odd old ends stoln forth of holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

In following him, I follow but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end.

Good counsel, marry; learn it, learn it, Marquis.

There's not one wise man among twenty will praise himself.

Et tu, Brute.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's foolAnd time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.

Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.

When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye.

The purest treasure mortal time afford Is spotless reputation that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us

You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen.

It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.

I' faith, and thou follow'dst him like a church.

Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen
sons, each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my
good Marcius, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their country
than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

How sweet is love itself possess'd,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!

The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby.

By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.

Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy
faults,
Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.

If I do sweat, they are the drops
of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death; therefore rouse up
fear and trembling, and do observance to my mercy.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our own virtues.

Hark hark the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise.

An't please your Majesty, a rascal that swagger'd with me
last night; who, if 'a live and ever dare to challenge this
glove, I have sworn to take him a box o' th' ear; or if I can see
my glove in his cap- which he swore, as he was a soldier, he
would wear if alive- I will strike it out soundly.

My soul shall thine keep company to heaven;
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly abreast;
As in this glorious and well-foughten field
We kept together in our chivalry.

I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how perfectly I
love her; and that is good English.

I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.