William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)

Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood, That we must curb it upon others' proof To be forbod the sweets that seem so good, For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.

I fear, I fear 'twill prove a giddy world.

Nay, you may think my love was crafty love,
And call it cunning.

Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.

O mischief, thou art swift; To enter in the thoughts of desperate men.

Here kennell'd in a brake she finds a hound,
And asks the weary caitiff for his master,
And there another licking of his wound,
'Gainst venom'd sores the only sovereign plaster;
And here she meets another sadly scowling,
To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile.

My lord, he hath importun'd me with love
In honourable fashion.

All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.

Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity;
Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree,
But fill unshaken when they mellow be.

That thou dost love my daughter from
thy soul.

Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. Julius Caesar

Exit, pursued by a bear.

A king of shreds and patches.

Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.

And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your father;
But you must know, your father lost a father;
That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
In filial obligation for some term
To do obsequious sorrow.

First Witch He knows thy thought Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

The best in this kind are but shadows, and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.

Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose that you resolved to effect.

The instances that second marriage move
Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.

Now does he feel
His secret murthers sticking on his hands,
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love.

Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve;
Watch thou and wake, when others be asleep,
To pry into the secrets of the state;
Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love
With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen,
And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars;
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd,
And in my standard bear the arms of York,
To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
And force perforce I'll make him yield the crown,
Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.

For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony;
Our arms in strength of malice, and our hearts
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.

Dive, thoughts, down to my soul.

They have been at a great feast of languages and stolen the scraps.

Wilt thou not haply say,
"Truth needs no colour with his colour fixed,
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay,
But best is best, if never intermixed"?

A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see.

Grant I may ever love, and rather woo
Those that would mischief me than those that do!

O heaven, were man
But constant, he were perfect!

And lo where George of Clarence sweeps along,
Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
More than the nature of a brother's love.

Men's evil manners live in brass their virtues We write in water.

Hearing you praised, I say "'Tis so, 'tis true,"
And to the most of praise add something more;
But that is in my thought, whose love to you,
Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before.

That done, our day of marriage shall be yours;
One feast, one house, one mutual happiness!

Keeper, I prithee sit by me awhile;
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes; From whence 'tis nourished.

So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And, for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing.

Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.

As if Time were in debt!

And it is great; To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change.

Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks Small have continuous plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books.

There's nothing in this world can make me joy Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.

And on a love-book pray for my success?

This silence for my sin you did impute,
Which shall be most my glory, being dumb,
For I impair not beauty, being mute,
When others would give life and bring a tomb.

Besides these, other bars he lays before me,
My riots past, my wild societies;
And tells me 'tis a thing impossible
I should love thee but as a property.