William Shakespeare Quotes

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?

'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.

As good luck would have it.

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.

With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage.

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.

Full of wise saws and modern instances.

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog.

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.

A kind Of excellent dumb discourse.

For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men.

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

Glory grows guilty of detested crimes.

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

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

Fill all thy bones with aches.

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.

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

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

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

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

Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.

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