William Shakespeare Quotes

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

Desperate times breed desperate measures

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.

There's many a man hath more hair than wit.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark

When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye.

What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.

Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

An angel; or, if not, An earthly paragon.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.

Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.

Let every man be master of his time.

Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude; of which we being members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.

If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

Time does not have the same appeal for every one

Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience.

We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just.

The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down.

This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!

It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.

Poise the cause in justice's equal scales, Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.

Listen to many, speak to a few.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers.

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.

A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

Highly fed and lowly taught.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.

It is a sin to be a mocker.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.