William Shakespeare Quotes

In the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.

Soft pity enters an iron gate.

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.

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.

With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage.

Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.

I am not merry, but I do beguile the thing I am by seeming otherwise.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.

Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.

My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!

Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.

As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.

Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.

Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

The patient must minister to himself

How well he's read, to reason against reading!

Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.

Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.

Thou art all the comfort, The Gods will diet me with.

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind.

O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!

I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.

To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.

There is none but he Whose being I do fear; and under him My genius is rebuked, as it is said Mark Antony's was by Caesar.

Fill all thy bones with aches.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

Glory grows guilty of detested crimes.

Full of wise saws and modern instances.

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.

All surfeit is the father of much fast.

As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.