William Shakespeare Quotes

Lawless are they that make their wills their law.

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.

I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.

Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moonshine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office and your quality.

Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables.

My salad days, When I was green in judgment.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Lions make leopards tame.

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

Ingratitude is monstrous.

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.

There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.

Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

Blood will have blood.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

How can tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance.

The gates of monarchs Are arched so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on without Good morrow to the sun.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!

Presume not that I am the thing I was.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

Now is the Winter of our discontent.

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.

Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.

Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.

And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.

Remembrance of things past.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?