William Shakespeare Quotes

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.

Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly.

The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him.

For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.

We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves And spend our flatteries to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up again With poisonous spite and envy.

The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me.

Be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee.

The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.

Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

I am ill at these numbers.

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.

I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

When I was at home I was in a better place

Conscience is a thousand swords.

Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it.

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.

There is a law in each well-ordered nation To curb those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refractory.

Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)

Beauty lives with kindness.

To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer.

I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.

Your praises will become your wages.

And send him many years of sunshine days!

Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands, But more when envy breeds unkind division: There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.

Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

Justice always whirls in equal measure.

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.

Love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. *Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*

Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?

Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.

Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask.

I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

Love hath made thee a tame snake