William Shakespeare Quotes

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

As chaste as unsunned snow.

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But bad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

They are but beggars that can count their worth.

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.

He kills her in her own humor.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

Death is a fearful thing.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

Tongues I'll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show. . . .

I cannot do it without comp[u]ters.

Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.

Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end.

Every subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own.

My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.

My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.

If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.

Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire.

Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth

Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste.

Memory, the warder of the brain.

Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.

The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And Nature must obey necessity.

Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure.

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.

O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!

This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven

While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.

And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."