William Shakespeare Quotes

The time of universal peace is near. Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nooked world Shall bear the olive freely.

Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine, Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to communicate.

Thus did I keep my person fresh and new, My presence, like a robe pontifical, Ne'er seen but wondered at, and so my state, Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast.

You are made Rather to wonder at the things you hear Than to work any.

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.

I feel it gone, yet know not when it left.

Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.

In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ ignorant More learned than the ears.

God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes

The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!

It hurts not the tongue to give fair words.

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

Come, Lady, die to live.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry

Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.

I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

The world must be peopled!

Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.

Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!

The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.

This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.

Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.

Tush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use our hands and not our tongues.

Give me my sin again.

Ready to go but never to return.

Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.

Are you up to your destiny?

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

And what’s he then that says I play the villain?

Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!

The thing of courage As rous'd with rage doth sympathise, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Retorts to chiding fortune.

Too much to know is to know naught but fame.

Crowns have their compass-length of days their date- Triumphs their tomb-felicity, her fate- Of nought but earth can earth make us partaker, But knowledge makes a king most like his Maker.

All difficulties are easy when they are known.

And a man's life's no more than to say "One."

O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour.

The sands are number'd that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here my life must end.