William Shakespeare Quotes
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't
You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care
Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.
It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo
I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!
Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)
And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena
There's not a shirt and a half in all my company, and the half shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves.
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
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.
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.
The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!
What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
Shall we upon the footing of our land Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, Insinuation, parley, and base truce, To arms invasive?
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
