William Shakespeare Quotes

How now, wit! Whither wander you?

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation

And makes me poor indeed.

Falsehood falsehood cures

Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation.

This thought is as a death.

The gloomy shade of death.

What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!

On pain of death, no person be so bold.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

What is thy sentence then but speechless death.

Why, thou owest god a death.

Speak me fair in death.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.

And she's fair I love.

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.

Not an angel of the air, Bird melodious or bird fair, Be absent hence!

Because I cannot flatter and look fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I must be held a rancorous enemy.

What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?

Is she kind as she is fair?

Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden.

The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.

Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.

Rest you fair, good signior; Your worship was the last man in our mouths.

When most I wink, then do my eyes best see

Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.

A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.

Make not your thoughts your prisons.

Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together

And ruin'd love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared

My love admits no qualifying dross

Love's reason's without reason

To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.

Be as thou wast wont to be. See as thou wast wont to see.

Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard.

And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?

There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.

Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.

I may command where I adore.

What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.