William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)

When beggars die, there are no comets seen The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Love is your master, for he masters you;
And he that is so yoked by a fool,
Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy... for the apparel oft proclaims the man.

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
With one of Priam's daughters.

O, what a world of vile ill-favoured faults, Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.

Hath not a Jew eyes hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions.

There's such divinity doth hedge a king. That treason doth but peep to what it would.

O, God forgive my sins and pardon thee!

Mend your speech a little, lest it may mar your fortune.

Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.

Being of no power to make his wishes good His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt he owes For every word.

His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.

Zounds sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.

Go girl, seek happy nights to happy days.

O what men dare do what men may do what men daily do, not knowing what they do.

And Adam was a gardener.

My charity is outrage, life my shame;
And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.

Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;
Dream of success and happy victory.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

How silver sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears.

No profit grows where no pleasure is taken In brief, sir, study what you most affect

Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved-
Among which number, Cassius, be you one-
Nor construe any further my neglect
Than that poor Brutus with himself at war
Forgets the shows of love to other men.

O, what a happy title do I find,
Happy to have thy love, happy to die!

LEAR Dost thou call me a fool, boy FOOL All thy other titles thou hast given away that thou wast born with.

Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or, being wrecked, I am a worthless boat,
He of tall building, and of goodly pride.

O while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.

Jack shall have Jill Nought shall go ill The man shall have his mare again, And all shall be well.

Nay, I do bear a brain.

The silence often of pure innocence; Persuades when speaking fails.

That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,
Duty, and zeal, to your unmatched mind,
Care of your food and living; and believe it,
My most honour'd lord,
For any benefit that points to me,
Either in hope or present, I'd exchange
For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
To requite me by making rich yourself.

The better part of valor is discretion.

Your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

O slave, of no more trust
Than love that's hir'd!

That strain again it had a dying fall.

But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?

Faith, Sir John, 'tis more than time that I were there, and
you too; but my powers are there already.

So help me God, as I have watch'd the night-
Ay, night by night- in studying good for England!

Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.

'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.

The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show

Pride is his own glass,
his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself
but in the deed devours the deed in the praise.

It ascends me into the brain; dries me there all
the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it; makes it
apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and
delectable shapes; which delivered o'er to the voice, the tongue,
which is the birth, becomes excellent wit.

No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress-
Death, death; O amiable lovely death!

Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death Will seize the doctor too.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.