William Shakespeare Quotes

There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.

His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.

The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.

The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred And know some nurture.

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

In a false quarrel there is no true valor.

What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?

Great floods have flown From simple sources.

If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows.

O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!

How hard it is to hide the sparks of Nature!

I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.

Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.

Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!

The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.

Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.

Be not afraid of greatness.

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

Love is merely a madness.

Our very eyes Are sometimes, like our judgments, blind.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman!

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess

Life's uncertain voyage.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers, none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms, but with nobility and tranquillity.

Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.