William Shakespeare Quotes

The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand.

Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.

But like of each thing that in season grows.

Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.

The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts?

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

Get thee to a nunnery.

I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.

Thy food is such As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.

Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.

Glory is like a circle in the water

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.

When the age is in, the wit is out

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

This is the short and the long of it.

Patch grief with proverbs.

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.

And simple truth miscalled simplicity

A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.

So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.

What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

Have patience, and endure

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

Who is it can read a woman?

Fight to the last gasp.

Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.

The man that hath no music in himself

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.

Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arm outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer.

And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.

Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world.

I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am arm'd To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his.

All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown. Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

If there is a good will, there is great way.

Give me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all unkindness.

Angels and ministers of grace defend us.

I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?