William Shakespeare Quotes

Well, honor is the subject of my story.

in black ink my love may still shine bright.

Greatness knows itself.

Despair and die. The ghosts

There's nothing in this world can make me joy.

And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.

[Marriage is] a world-without-end bargain.

Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

The proverb is something musty.

A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.

You are a tedious fool.

No profit grows where no pleasure is taken.

The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.

"Lawyers Are": Perilous mouths.

But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great: Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast, And with the half-blown rose; but Fortune, O!

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly.

We see which way the stream of time doth run.

Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.

I have trod a measure, I have flattered a lady, I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy.

A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience.

Then with the losers let it sympathize, For nothing can seem foul to those that win.

Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes Unwhipped of justice.

Friendship is full of dregs.

Love laughs at locksmiths.

A flock of blessings light upon thy back

O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.

Come give us a taste of your quality.

I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.

Speak comfortable words.

Besides, our nearness to the King in love Is near the hate of those love not the King.

You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.

Scorn, at first, makes after-love the more.

Omittance is no quittance.

Oh what fools we mortals are.

The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.

Take pains. Be perfect.

Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.

The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.

Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step

Myself will straight aboard, and to the state This heavy act with heavy heart relate.

She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.

A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day.

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.