William Shakespeare Quotes

No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell.

No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back- wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?

Things past redress are now with me past care

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it

So full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.

I'll be at charges for a looking-glass And entertain a score or two of tailors To study fashions to adorn my body: Since I am crept in favor with myself, I will maintain it with some little cost.

Now the good gods forbid That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enrolled In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own!

Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use

Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark.

I have sounded the very base-string of humility.

There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave.

Knavery's plain face is never seen till used.

O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Put on for villainy, not born where't grows, But worn a bait for ladies.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.

And mind, with my heart in't; and now farewell Till half an hour hence.

Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are.

Hang those that talk of fear.

A heavier task could not have been impos'd, Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.

Great griefs medicine the less.

Grief hath two tongues; and never woman yet Could rule them both without ten women's wit.

None can cure their harms by wailing them.

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.

What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.

Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate.

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.

No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.

The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.

Who can be patient in extremes?

What is more miserable than discontent?

Things may serve long, but not serve ever.

The error of our eye directs our mind. What error leads must err.

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

Most friendship is faining, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly. This life is most jolly.

For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.

But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, 'That's good that's gone.

This day I breathed first: time is come round, And where I did begin there shall I end; My life is run his compass.

Value dwells not in particular will; It holds his estimate and dignity As well wherein 'tis precious of itself As in the prizer.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.

I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows

Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.

Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.