William Shakespeare Quotes

Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.

Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

The devil is a gentleman.

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.

Appetite, a universal wolf.

O King, believe not this hard-hearted man!

Would the cook were o' my mind!

Do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.

O that a lady, of one man refused, Should of another therefore be abused!

What, can the devil speak true?

What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

There is a world elsewhere.

We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow

Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows!

Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.

It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in it.

But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.

Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.

There's daggers in men's smiles.

How strange or odd some'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on.

I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope.

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

You are strangely troublesome.

Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect them.

Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.

He is not great who is not greatly good.

Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.

Pardon's the word to all.

It may do good; pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.

But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.

Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods, Nettled and stung with pismires[nettles], when I hear Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.

I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.

Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!

Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?

How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!

The eagle suffers little birds to sing.

That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.