William Shakespeare Quotes (3360 Quotes)

Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love;
For I do love her most unfeignedly.

A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.

None in the world; nor do I know the man.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate his tears pure messengers sent from his heart his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth

Right joyous are we to behold your face,
Most worthy brother England; fairly met!

No, indeed, ist not; and I would to heaven
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the fraught bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart

A jests prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury,
You may partake of any thing we say:
We speak no treason, man; we say the King
Is wise and virtuous, and his noble queen
Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous;
We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;
And that the Queen's kindred are made gentlefolks.

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,When birds do sing, hey ding a dingSweet lovers love the spring.

Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.

Faith, I'll bear no base mind.

For mine own part, it was Greek to me.

But what might you think,
When I had seen this hot love on the wing
(As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that,
Before my daughter told me), what might you,
Or my dear Majesty your queen here, think,
If I had play'd the desk or table book,
Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,
Or look'd upon this love with idle sight?

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.

He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.

We cannot fight for love as men may do We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo

'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.

I call'd my love false love; but what said he then?

Even for the service that long since I did thee,
When I bestrid thee in the wars, and took
Deep scars to save thy life; even for the blood
That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice.

I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow my own teaching.

I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
Iwis it is not halfway to her heart;
But if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.

O, know, sweet love, I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument;
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent.

My conscience, thou art fetter'd
More than my shanks and wrists; you good gods, give me
The penitent instrument to pick that bolt,
Then, free for ever!

Marry, his kisses are Judas's own children.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

But, Roderigo, if thou hast that
in thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than
ever, I mean purpose, courage, and valor, this night show it; if
thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from
this world with treachery and devise engines for my life.

I love him for his sake;
And yet I know him a notorious liar,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him
That they take place when virtue's steely bones
Looks bleak i' th' cold wind; withal, full oft we see
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

Faith, I must; she'll rail i' the street else.

He that will have a cake out of wheat must tarry the grinding.

I never did
Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio
But with such general warranty of heaven
As I might love.

All is the fear and nothing is the love;
As little is the wisdom, where the flight
So runs against all reason.

Frame thy mind to mirth and merriment, which bars a thousand arms, and lengthens life.

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
The rites for which I love him are bereft me,
And I a heavy interim shall support
By his dear absence.

Be quiet, or- More light, more light!

Men may sleep, and
they may have their throats about them at that time; and some say
knives have edges.

Why, how now, sons and brother!

Alas, poor Yorick I knew him, Horatio a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Where be your jibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar

Presume not that I am the thing I was.

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

The kings name is a tower of strength.

Thou art all ice. Thy kindness freezes.

Besides, our nearness to the King in love
Is near the hate of those love not the King.

No, Leonato,
I never tempted her with word too large,
But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
Bashful sincerity and comely love.

Her virtues, graced with external gifts,
Do breed love's settled passions in my heart;
And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts
Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
So am I driven by breath of her renown
Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive
Where I may have fruition of her love.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear change places and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief.

he was too good to be
Where ill men were, and was the best of all
Amongst the rar'st of good ones- sitting sadly
Hearing us praise our loves of Italy
For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast
Of him that best could speak; for feature, laming
The shrine of Venus or straight-pight Minerva,
Postures beyond brief nature; for condition,
A shop of all the qualities that man
Loves woman for; besides that hook of wiving,
Fairness which strikes the eye-
CYMBELINE.