William Shakespeare Quotes

So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend, or be rid on't.

Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep.

Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have pass'd.

On a day - alack the day! - Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air

In right and service to their noble country.

Who is here so vile that will not love his country?

I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.

Having my freedom, boast of nothing else.

Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!

This liberty is all that I request.

Leave us to our free election.

Keep thy friend Under thy own life's key.

The band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity.

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere

Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one

I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

I love thee, and it is my love that speaks

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth

I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.

It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.

I am not in the giving vein today.

Under the colour of commending him I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.

We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.

For by his face straight shall you know his heart.

Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!

There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.

Hang him, swaggering rascal!

I scorn you, scurvy companion.

Away, you mouldy rogue, away!

They were devils incarnate.

Thou lump of foul deformity!

No .... holy father, throw away that thought. Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom.

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.