William Shakespeare Quotes

Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.

Why, who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea till the weary very means do ebb?

What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?

So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.

Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such, Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.

He that is truly dedicated to war hath no self-love

Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.

She is a woman, therefore to be won.

He that is thy friend indeed, he will help you in your need.

Every great drama has its foreshadow.

One sin, I know, another doth provoke. Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke.

So may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier may attain, And die with grieving.

My endeavors Have ever come too short of my desires. Yet filed with my abilities.

A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain,... makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes.

I have heard it said There is an art which in their piedness shares With great creating nature.

A very little little let us do And all is done.

They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.

Every offense is not a hate at first.

This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.

I hope to see London once ere I die.

Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world.

I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I have.

I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.

Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.

Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!

Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.

So doth the greater glory dim the less: A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by.

Those that do teach young babes Do it with gentle means and easy tasks.

What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me?

Barnes are blessings.

What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights, Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hours More tedious than the dial eightscore times! O weary reckoning!

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shall die.

Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he's worth to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say, That Time comes stealing on by night and day?

Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.

I am now of all humors that have showed themselves humors since the old days of goodman Adam to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.

I that please some, try all, both joy and terror Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error.

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.

Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.

Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)

Scratching could not make it worse, an't were such a face as yours were.

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

Let him smell his way to Dover!

All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.

I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.

For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown.